Chapter One Hundred
Jake pov
The cold morning air hit my face like a slap the second I pushed open the heavy clubhouse doors.
It was five-thirty in the morning. The sky above the mountains was still completely black, filled with cold, bright stars. The grass in the courtyard had a thin layer of white frost covering it, crunching softly under the heavy soles of my leather riding boots.
I had left Ava fast asleep under the warm blankets upstairs in our bedroom. I had kissed her forehead one last time in the dark, whispered my quiet promise against her skin, and stepped out into the dark hallway before the rest of the compound was even awake.
I walked down to the main garage under the wooden awning. My custom chopper was parked near the front, gleaming quietly in the yellow glow of the o
