DENVER
The night was quiet—but not peaceful.
It was the kind of quiet that comes before blood hits the pavement.
I’d spent the evening riding with my crew, trying to clear my head from all the thoughts that had been going through my head.
The Hell Benders are becoming bolder with their underaged girls trafficking and it almost as if they deliberately setting a trap for me and my crew to jump right in.
It took me hours to get my thoughts straight and now I was headed back to the club—the only place that still felt like mine.
I’d thought about stopping at Zee’s place. Just to see her face, hear her voice. Make sure she was safe.
But I knew better.
Getting too close now would only paint a bigger target on her back.
Within minutes, I pulled into the alley behind the club. The low ru
