The probie and his biker chick (Iron vipers book 3)

In jail

*Tommy*

I’m trapped, locked up. The cold steel of the holding cell presses in on me, suffocating and stifling, but it’s not the bars that have me pacing back and forth like a caged animal… it's the uncertainty gnawing at my insides. I can hear the faint murmur of voices beyond the cell, the clatter of footsteps, and the buzz of fluorescent lights overhead, but all I can think about is Dylan. I should be with her, Holding her hand. I should be there for her, not sitting here, waiting for answers that may never come.

I stop pacing, running a hand through my hair, feeling the sweat bead on my forehead. What if she doesn’t make it? What if I just made everything worse? My heart races with every passing moment, the fear threatening to swallow me whole. I didn’t mean to take Sinclair’s life; I