Claimed by my Biker Stepbrother
Pearl
The chapel was still abuzz with anger and disbelief even after they dragged Hawk out. Couldn't blame them though. Zander stood beside me, his hand resting on my lower back. I could feel the tension emanating off of him.
One of the older members, Tank, finally spoke up. “What now? We got a rat in our house for over a year and you’re telling me we just sit on it?”
“We don’t sit,” Zander said. “But we do this smart. Hawk’s not talking yet, but he will. Pearl wants him alive for now.”