Chayton/Psycho's P.O.V.
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"Hey," Jace greeted me after he opened the door. His eyes looked hopeful, and I hated that all I could do was shake my head. He nodded in understanding before stepping back to allow me inside. "Leah won't get out of bed." He told me as I followed him to the kitchen. "The cops are useless."
Fu.ck yeah they are. Greasy, slimy bas.tards. Pretty sad when a biker calls you those things.
"We're looking into it, Jace," I reminded him. "You got people on your side."
"Yeah, well, forgive me, but I think I'll be a little moody until I get my daughter back," he snapped.
I pressed my lips into a line. I get it. The man is hurting.
After a moment, Jace sighed.
"I'm sorry," he said. "You didn't deserve that. We really
