“Keep tracking them just in case. They have to be heading for that warehouse.” “Where are you going?” Ronan shouts. “I’m going to get my girl!” I snarl as I rip the door open and sprint for my bike. I fire it up before running into the garage, grabbing two five-gallon jugs of gas that I’ve had on hand for instances like this. I also grab a blanket and a first aid kit, just in case, before tossing it all into the back of Wesley’s car. In the time it takes me to do all that, the fuck wads have finally managed to make it outside. Asher is locking the place up behind them as Wesley jumps into the
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