Chapter 42 ✮⋆˙ 42 ˙⋆✮

Knox did not shout orders on the ride back to the clubhouse.

He gave them quietly.

That was worse.

The truck smelled like smoke, scorched rubber, and the faint metallic bite of blood from someone’s jacket. Brick drove with both hands locked on the wheel. Knox sat in the front passenger seat, phon...