“Margo, why did you pull away?” Kane asked. “Kane, I’m broken and dirty… You deserve better.” She mumbled, turning away from  him. Kane sighed sadly. He wasn’t about to push her further than he already had. Instead he reached out and pulled her into his arms. He rested his chin on the  top of her head as he thought for a moment about what she had said. She saw herself as broken and dirty. That wasn’t how he saw her though. She was beautiful and strong. “Listen to me, Margo. You are not broken or dirty.” He said, causing her to tense up. “No. You’re going to listen to me. You are beautiful and strong. So fucking strong it blows my damn mind.” “Kane&hellip

Kane sighed in frustration as he looked at his phone. The number flashing on the screen caused him nothing but seething anger and frustration. He didn’t know what she wanted but he had been done with her years ago. He wasn’t about to let her show up and screw up his life anymore than she already had. Kane growled and declined the call before shutting his phone off.    “What’s got you so angry?” Machine asked, coming to sit down next to him at the bar.    “It’s nothing.” He mumbled.    “Are you sure?” Machine asked, eyeing him over his beer.    “Yeah. So what’s up?” Kane asked, turning to look the older man in the eyes.    Kane still

“Bridge!” Sammy yelled, running into the house and throwing her backpack on the floor. “What’s up, kiddo?” She asked, coming out of the kitchen. “You know some really weird people. Do you know that?” She asked, looking up at her. “What do you mean?” Bridgette asked, slightly worried.“There’s been men on motorcycles outside my school for weeks now!” She said exasperatedly. “They’re there for your protection.” Bridgette whispered softly. “Oh, because of the people that my daddy knew?” She asked, blinking up at her. 

“Are you sure that you have everything you need?” Kane asked, following her out to her car that was parked at the house in the country.    “Yep.” She said, slinging her backpack onto her shoulders.    “What’s in there anyway?” Kane asked, eyeing the backpack.    “Bugs, a laptop, a burner phone, fake identities, some cash.” She said, rattling off a list as they climbed in the car.    “Are you sure you don’t want some back up?” Kane asked, wishing it wasn’t just the two of them.    “And who would you call to assist us?” She asked, starting the car.    “The club!” Kane al

Kane and Bridgette loaded up the car and on their way without further delay. She grabbed her burner phone and sent a text message to her contact that she was running late. The car ride was quiet as both were lost in their thoughts of what might happen at the meeting. She knew that she was taking a risk meeting her contact in person but she knew that it was something that she would have to do.  They pulled up outside an old abandoned building off of a lake. There was a single car parked outside but no one was around. They looked at each other dubiously before Bridgette let out a frustrated sigh. She was glad that she had the foresight to prepare ahead. She reached into the back seat of her car and pulled out a book bag. In that book bag was a shoulder holster, hip holster, and a sheath for her thigh. Bridgette slipped them on and reached under the back seat of the car. She quickly grabbed her twin pis