King

I never thought Alyssa Bennett would reach out to me. For her to be that desperate, I guess she finally got tired of her piece-of-shit husband.

It's been a while since I've driven anything other than my bike, but when she called, I pulled my truck out of its resting place in the garage.

I park beside the red car on the side of the road, the sun starting to set on the horizon. Alyssa immediately jumps out of the driver's seat and rushes to the rear. First, she grabs a ...