Chapter 317: Escape Plans

My gaze and thoughts flip to the back door, but I'm too far away to reach it before he could shoot me.

The man is younger than Pete and not the person I saw put a bullet in someone earlier this month, but he's old enough to be my father. His skin is leathered and wrinkled as if he's spent a lifetime in the sun. His jeans are loose and a leather jacket lacking any MC cut is wrapped around his body. Not a Bloodhound.

I stand next to the kitchen island breathing heavily while trying to come up with an escape plan as the two of us stare at one another unmoving.

He speaks first. "Now, Harley, is this any way to greet the old man who named you?"

His words scatter in my brain, startling me into paying attention, all my plans of escape lost. "Excuse me? My father named me."

It was one of the few stories I had of the man who shared such a brief relationship with my mother. "He wanted to pay homage to the best..."

"Damn motorcycle company the US has ever seen," he finishes my sentenc