Chapter 4

I made it back to my car before the reaction hit me. I was trembling so much I could barely get the key in the ignition. I killed him. He deserved it. But…I closed my eyes, picturing Mick the last time I’d seen him. Carl will never fuck up another person’s life the way he did ours, ever again.

That thought helped. I was able to calm down enough to make it home without running the car off the road.

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How I managed to sleep, I don’t know. But I did.

I woke knowing there were things I had to do. Pack. Collect all Mick’s gear to take with me. Decide where I was going. I’d thought about several places, dismissing each one for different reasons—too small, too big, too cold, too hot. Too far away. Not far enough away. At least I didn’t have anything to keep me here. Or more—anyone. Friends? Yeah. A few of them from the club. But they wouldn’t really miss me when I was gone.