Burn it
*Dylan* The ride back to the clubhouse is a blur of thoughts, my mind racing with everything I feel I still need to say to Tommy, all the plans I have to get him out. I can feel the weight of my dad’s concern beside me, but I push it aside. Right now, my focus is on the mission ahead. As we pull into the lot, the familiar sight of the clubhouse brings a wave of comfort. The sound of laughter and the smell of burgers sizzling on the grill waft through the air, reminding me that this is where I belong. I am not sure why I left back then, but I am happy I am home. My heart swells with the thought of my family… the club, the people who’ve always had each other’s backs. I can’t wait to rally them for Tommy. “Let’s go, kiddo,” Dad says, his voice steady yet laced with pride. I nod, determina
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