Romero

Since noon, I had lost myself in thought in the passenger seat. My elbow rested on the edge of the Rider’s window while my gaze kept scanning for Brianna’s figure. In my mind, perhaps I could find her if I kept watching the roadside.

I returned to the Southern Star Club, but the result was daunting. Brianna had not come back to the club, and Mr. Moris had received no news. I could only hope the money I promised Mr. Moris would be enough to ensure he brought Brianna back to me.

“Alpha Romero, the packhouse called and is looking for us. All the invited meeting guests have arrived...