Harley FinleyI pulled my hood from my large sweater over my head at an attempt to hide my face from the over crowded bar I was about to walk into. I could already hear a bar fight going on and I couldn't help but cringe at the man with a bloodied nose that stumbled out.Every bone in my body was screaming at me to turn around. Only the lowest, most asshole-ish people came here to drink and smoke until their lungs were brown and their mind hazed. I should know since I was one of them at some point in my life. I'd come here to hide from Jim, knowing he'd never come to such a place that was riddled with his enemies.I kept my head low as I entered, hoping no one would recognize me. As far as everyone knew, I had left town in a rental hours ago. I wasn't sure how long the lie would last, so I had to be fast.I took a spot at the bar counter and waited patiently for the bartender to bring me some random drink he suggested."Oh, look who it is." A manly voice teased from behind me. His war

Harley FinleyAfter quickly pulling my shorts back up my legs, I ran after Colten but I didn't expect everyone's eyes to be glued to me when I reentered the bar.Every single pair of heated eyes glared me up and down. The big burly men at the bar counter, the skimpily dressed women that hung onto the guys as they played darts, and even the guys who surrounded Colten and Ian earlier at the pool table, all stared at me, looking my body up and down like I was the new kid at school. Seeing their knitted brows and narrowed eyes, I knew they didn't want to be friends.Maybe bullies. Definite enemies.I wasn't easily intimidated but this, this was torture in its finest making me feel small.My face flushed as I adjusted my sweater and sucked in a breath, searching for Colten in the group.He was nowhere to be found.It made my heart twist feeling like I had just been backstabbed by the man who just admitted to ensuring my wellbeing and pledging to put it before himself."Well, well. Look wha

Colten GunnI paced the small cell, back and forth with long, swift strides. My mind was running a mile a minute, not able to keep up with the siren that was able to lure the beast within me.Harley was being naive and young minded, barely thinking anything through for more than a few steps at a time. Not to mention stubborn and fucking stupid.I get it though.I'm the same.That's how I know she's going to hurt herself."Colten. You've somehow managed to get out of trouble." Sheriff Jones grumbled. "Again."I gave him a smirk as he reluctantly opened the cage door and unlocked the cuffs around my wrists. He let me pass through after handing me my wallet and keys.My feet moved fast in the hallways, squeaking along the flooring until I saw Elijah in the front office, not even waiting for the sheriff to escort me out. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked at me with a glare."Fucking hell, Colten. It's one in the morning and Chloe is on my ass about everything. What the hell did you ge

Harley FinleyI sat deep in the garage of my childhood home. The door wide open and my hands covered in grease with only a bright lamp lighting up my workspace.I cranked and cranked at the same rusted bolt until frustration overtook me sending the damned wrench across the bay and a loud grumble echoed from my lungs."Harley?" Elijah called curiously from outside, probably hearing the racket I was causing."Back here." I yelled back, not turning to look at him even when I felt him standing by the doorway."You need any help?""Nope. I got it."Of course you do. Just like everything.Elijah cleared his throat. "Chloe is having her baby shower this weekend. I was wondering if you'd be attending. She wants to know so she could have enough food, as if you alone could eat an entire bucket of spaghetti."He tried to joke with his horrid sense of humor that seemed to never develop from his younger age."Who's cooking?" I hummed, hoping he'd humor me."Chloe is."I held my hand up, scolding h

Harley Finley"Just, no, Colten. You don't do it like that!" I grumbled and groaned, pushing him to the side with my shoulder."Excuse me. I've been working on bikes longer than you've been alive!" He argued back, holding the wrench in the air where I couldn't reach it."You're three years older than me!" My voice raised to the same level as his."I'm just going to yank it off. You're never going to ride the damn thing again anyways." Colten mumbled, throwing the wrench to the ground and taking the exhaust in his hands.I pointed a finger in the air and sighed, "Don't hurt yourself."Colten mimicked me in a high pitched voice, obviously as annoyed as I was at this point.Hours.I pointed a finger in the air and sighed, "Don't hurt yourself."Colten mimicked me in a high pitched voice, obviously as annoyed as I was at this point.Hours.It's been hours of trying to get the same part off of the rusted, beaten down old bike with no show of our hard work that was making Colten sweat with