CHAPTER 5
ISABELLE
The sheets in the bedroom are clean but rough like they’ve never touched fabric softener. The guys are not much for aesthetics either; no closet, just a few hardback chairs, and a mirror in the corner with either side of the gilded frame draped in leather jackets.
The night breathes aggressively through the room, each howl of the wind against the windowpanes louder after I turn the lights out.
He’s alive. s**t. Thanks a lot, Ronnie. He got me out of there, sure, but holy hell, leave it to a dude to f**k things up.
I excused myself and went to bed before my anxiety showed on my face—I don’t want the outlaws to know they’re up against the richest man in the state, and probably this side of the country. That they’re harboring a woman to tried to kill him regardless of
