Demir
As I drive to that address Geneva did text me, my mind goes into overdrive. Radke and his husband are on my tail, and I know Victor’s people, at least those two warrior brothers, whose names I can’t remember for the life of me, are on their way as well. They all united in some kind of a rebellion to protect their black sheep of a cousin, ignoring what the precious alpha b*itch has to say about it.
It’s not that I am not grateful for the help. It’s just… there is some unstoppable rage brewing inside of me. They should’ve been with her every step of the way. That’s what family is supposed to do - not forsaking someone without even listening to their point of view.
Just thinking about it makes me grip the wheel even tighter, until my knuckles go white and the shadows in the jeep grow
