Sam
The text comes at 10 AM.
Shop. Noon. Don't be late.
No "good morning." No "how are you feeling after last night." Just a summons.
I know what this is. I knew it was coming the second my dad's face went from terrified to furious in that parking lot last night.
I'm about to get lectured. Rules laid down. Boundaries drawn.
I get it. I do. I scared him. I put myself in danger. Knox had to step in and save me from a situation I walked into with my eyes wide
open.
But I also got information. I heard things. I saw the way those guys operated, the way they talked, the way they looked at women who walked through that door.
And now I know more about what my dad and his crew are up against.
That has to count for something.
When I walk into the shop at noon, I know immediately this isn
