What the hell is Sakura doing here?
What the hell is Sakura doing here?I gripped my drink tightly in my fist and peered at Jett while he made some sexist joke about something. But I couldn’t listen. I couldn’t focus.
Why is she in a bar–a bar run by the Redwood mob? Does she know how much danger she is in, just being here?
Why is she in a bar–a bar run by the Redwood mob? Does she know how much danger she is in, just being here?After forcing myself to breathe, I clenched my jaw. Of course she didn’t know the danger she was in or else she wouldn’t be here. But all I wanted was to storm right up to her high-top table and drag her out of the bar, throw her into the back of my car, and bring her home.
Jett finished off his second drink and laughed at his stupid jokes, cheeks round and redd
