Chapter Twelve--Patch

The beaming sun hit Patch’s skin from the opened bay doors of the garage. He slowly wiped his forehead with the back of his oiled stained hand and watched as the cars passed by on the highway out of town. 

It had been a treacherous two days since he’d broken his promise to his best-friend and kissed his kid sister’s mouth. He’d be a liar if he said it hadn’t been worth it though. She’d tasted better than he ever imagined a woman tasting, sweet like candy, greedy with her hands and tongue. 

Delaney Summers had been worth the risk like he imagined the moment he saw her asleep on Lucas’ couch. 

The only problem was that there were too many to count. Besides betraying his best-friend that he hoped would show him mercy once the truth came out, there was the problem of his loyalty to his brother’s and the crap Daz stirred up with The South Side.  

The silence after they stole all of their weapons worried Patch, because there was always s