Kylie

“Firstly I didn’t make you do anything, secondly where I go and what I do isn’t your fuckin’ business and lastly I suggest you don’t let Kevin hear you talking to me like that, because he is here and happens to be one of those bikers,” I say it as a warning and it isn’t an idle threat.

Kevin once hit David nearly into a coma when he heard David calling mama a bitch.

My brother lacks emotion, which doesn’t mean he will let anyone disrespect a woman. Especially his own blood. And Vincent knows that, I know he sees the error of his ways when his face relaxes and he takes a step back.

“I'm sorry, but I really need to talk to you.” He combs his fingers through his hair, which is now longer than all those months ago.

“About what?” I ask him, slipping my backpack over my shoulder.

“Dakota, when we were looking for Reno’s killer, I kept hearing stories about your friend, whispers.”