Jolie POV

The motorcycle roars beneath us as we speed through the darkness. Rain starts falling, cold drops stinging my face and mixing with the blood from my forehead. I press closer to Ryder's back, feeling the solid warmth of him through the leather jacket.

"Where are we going?" I shout over the engine noise.

"Home," he calls back without turning around.

Home. The word hits me like a punch to the chest. I haven't had a real home in years. Maybe ever.

The other bikes follow us, their ...