GHOST RIDER: MY BIKER MAFIA STEP BROTHER
"Please, you have to help me. They kidnapped me. I need to get out, I need to—"
"Shh, shh, child," the woman said, her grip surprisingly gentle despite holding me firmly. Her eyes took in my bloody hands and my disheveled appearance. "You're the Diablos girl, aren't you? The one they brought in today."
I nodded frantically. "Please, if you help me, my family will—"