Paloma Perez.
"Uh, Paloma?"
I glance up and it’s Alex. I remember him from the club that night.
"Alex?"
"Yeah, nice to meet you properly. I’m Caden’s friend too, but I knew Elijah first. I work for him."
With round glasses and boyish grin, he doesn't seem like a skull biker as the rest of them. He moves ahead and opens the passenger door for me.
"You don’t have to..." I clutch my bag.
"I know you probably don’t believe it, but I’m a gentleman."
I slide into the seat and he jogs around to gets in the driver's side. Soon, soon we’re pulling away from the house.
My fingers start fidgeting in my lap. I can’t stop thinking about what just happened. That must have been Tika Vega. The Don’s sister. Caden’s mother.
The stories Caden told me of his family come rushing back. First, the on
