Delaney nonchalantly chugged back the bottle of water in her hand, trying her best to seem uninterested in Dillon's problems, and distract him from the lie on her face. She wasn't the best liar, everyone knew, it wasn't a secret. However, something about the glint in his eye, told her that he suspected she knew something about it. Maybe it was just a guilty conscience, or maybe, just maybe, Dillon was onto Patch and Delaney's suspicion. "Oh, no. That sucks," she said. "Did they take anything?"Dillon sat down at the kitchen table, spinning what looked like a pocket watch, around in a circle against the wood. "No, they didn't."Delaney tossed the bottle into the trash. "Then how do you know someone was in your place?"Dillon glanced up, his dark eyes almost smiling and a half-grin on his mouth. "Things were out of order. Not how I left them."Delaney didn't think they'd touched anything, other than the bag of money, and she didn't

Delaney's mouth dropped opened, and her heartbeat drown out every noise surrounding her. First, she woke to the sound of some girl laughing in their kitchen, and it to be the one girl Patch dated in high school. Now she stood with her fingers interlaced with Patch's, and her brother boiling beside them. Delaney could have heard a pin drop, and prayed a meteor shower wiped her out at the moment. She'd wanted to tell Lucas about them, but she hadn't meant for it to happen this way. Lucas cleared his throat softly, and Delaney dared a look in his direction. But he didn't seem interested in Delaney, he had this macho stare-down going with Patch that formed a heavy knot in her gut. Dillon's soft laugh broke the silence. "Well, I think we should probably get out of here Heater. I don't think it's a good time."Heather looked confused, but let Dillon show her the door. "Is that Lucas' little sister? The one that was in elementary?"Delan

Delaney pulled into her father's driveway, staring at the one doorstep she didn't want to stand on. She let her head fall against her steering wheel as she let out an irritated groan.  "Why? Why? Why?" she said into the silence of her car. This was the last place she wanted to stay, but she didn't have any other options at the moment. She grabbed her purse, and stepped out onto the driveway, digging her suitcase from the backseat, she took the walk of shame to her father's front door.  The door opened before she knocked. Beth stood on the other side, an apron wrapped around her waist and flour on her cheek. "Delaney! What a surprise," she said, her gaze moved to the suitcase beside her. "Are you coming to stay the night?" she asked, but when Delaney tried to answer, she ushered her in and yelled, "Honey! Delaney is coming to stay the night. Get off the computer!" Delaney hung her head even lower, following Beth to the kitchen where it looked like a

Delaney slammed the door behind her, taking in the abandoned house, with empty soda cans, and trash littering the floor. She'd been to his mother's house that one time, but seeing it now, it seemed worse. Sad. She couldn’t have imagined walking into her childhood home and seeing it in this position, but maybe Patch was used to it. He'd grown up in a completely different environment. The smell of drugs lingered in the air, which tasted stale in her mouth. If Patch hadn't reassured her that staying the night was safe, she wouldn't have considered it. It looked like a squatter had been living there. The floors creaked as she made her way through the house and toward the kitchen. Patch emerged from the laundry room, jabbing his finger over his shoulder he said, "I put the sheets in the washer. We are not sleeping on those. I can't imagine the last time my mother wash them." He chuckled. "If she ever did."Delaney's brows raised to her hairline. "We, as in the two of us?" Patch smirked

Delaney slammed the door to her car, her fast-food bag hung from one hand while she stormed up to the porch, mumbling beneath her breath. Something about Daz crawled under her skin and laid tiny little eggs of self-loathing. She rarely hated a person, but Daz was starting a list, for sure. Delaney opened the door, and was greeted with silence. Where were they?She glanced back, realizing their motorcycles weren't in the driveway. She'd been so mad that she didn't even notice. Slamming the door, she walked over and sat down on the worn couch, taking out her food, and her phone. She opened a text from Patch. The Fallen Kings kidnapped Heather because she was with Dillon. I'm going over to get her. I'll be back soon. If I'm not back when you get home, please lock the door. Don't let anyone inside. Heather, as in his ex-girlfriend. First off, Dillon is a royal douchebag to go after Patch's ex, secondly, Delaney felt selfish admitting it, but she didn't want Heather anywhere near them