I raced to The Oak as fast as I could. I had gotten Morgan's text in the middle of beating the snot out of a guy who was rumored to have worked with The Bitter Son in the past. But, when I saw the text message, I dropped everything and hopped on my bike.
I was maybe seven minutes out now and my heart was racing. Morgan had said that the guy was there in the restaurant. And with River no f*cking less. I wanted to gouge his eyes out.
Coming after us was one thing, but going after River was a step too far. It was too many steps too far. He was officially in the danger zone.
I pulled up to the restaurant's back parking lot and nearly dropped my bike scrambling to get off of it.
I shot Morgan a text and told him I was here. I didn't want to just barge in, we needed a game plan.
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