DYLAN
“Davis is here?” I ask the guard for the umpteenth time.
“Yes Prince. He's in the car!”
No, this guy must be kidding. Gerald made it clear that he wasn't going to release my brother until he was done with him, something he repeated to my parents and my grandparents a day ago when they requested for a meet up.
I'm all alone in the living room, busy scrolling through my phone. My parents are at my grandparents house discussing and trying to call Gerald for another meeting to persuade him to release my brother.
My grandpa made it clear that if my brother is not released by the end of this week, all hell will break loose and they'll go to war with the Blue Moon Pack! That old guy never minces his words and I'm sure he wasn't bluffing when he made that threat.
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