Bad Boy Biker
The man beneath him was barely conscious, blood streaming from his nose and mouth.
"You're right," Duke said finally, standing. "He's not worth it."
Sierra moved in, cuffing Connor's limp form. "Federal agents are en route. He'll be processed tonight."
Connor groaned, consciousness returning. Blood bubbled on his lips when he spoke: "This... isn't over."
"Yeah," Duke said, pulling Valentina into his arms. "It is."
They watched as Sierra and two deputies led Connor out. The man who'd almost destroyed them all, reduced to a broken, cuffed liar stumbling to a patrol car.