Chapter 16 - Pearce
We rode like devils, decked out in the Hellriders’ colors—a gingery orange barely disguising a skull lurking in flames, settled against a background of thick black leather. Sometimes it seemed foolish to wear our patches. The easiest way to spot the guilty party was to identify who they belonged to, but tonight, I didn’t care. I wanted those assholes to know that we were coming. I wanted them to see us and be afraid.
I hated to say it, but what they’d done to Kato didn’t have me half as riled up as what they’d tried to do to Jasmine. I’d kill them for their attempt, for wrecking that damn car of hers, for the cuts and scrapes I’d found on her body.
They’d made an attempt on her life, and she was only involved because she was a decent person. Because I’d convinced her
