Chapter 170 ✮⋆˙ 170 ˙⋆✮

By morning, I was hidden in a place no biker king, mafia groom, or rival president had chosen for me.

Maeve had driven us nearly two hours through back roads before turning onto a narrow lane behind a row of cottonwoods. The house at the end was small, weathered, and surrounded by wet fields and an...