(LANCE)
The county jail holding cell smelled like piss and regret, but I was out in under four hours. My lawyers worked miracles — emergency bail hearing, technicality on the warrant chain. Rico and Vixen thought they had me caged. They had no idea I’d planned for this exact moment years ago.
Midnight found me on the back of my Harley, tearing down the empty coastal highway with Eliona pressed tight against my back. Her arms were locked around my waist, leather jacket zipped over her new cut, the fresh unicorn brand on her thigh still throbbing under my palm every time I reached back to squeeze her. The wind whipped around us, but all I could feel was her heat and the rage burning in my veins.
I pulled off at the same secluded cliff from the other night, killed the engine, and dragged h
