Kate:
Six months. One hundred and eighty days of living like a ghost, weaving through small towns, changing motels, keeping a low profile so no one could trace anything back to me. Six months that should’ve been plenty of time for the dust to settle. Enough time for everyone to forget, or at least for them to bury their suspicions and move on. Enough time for Saint to erase that blonde little princess from his mind. Saint would go back to his old ways, back to me.
Here I am, riding down the same dusty highway toward the Savage Saviors MC clubhouse. The sun hovers low in the sky, casting long shadows over the cracked asphalt. My bike’s engine growls beneath me, echoing the anger simmering in my chest. I can practically taste the tension as I roll into the parking lot—several bikes are alr
