They drove for six hours straight and nobody spoke. Riley sat in the back of Jake's truck wrapped in a blanket and Maya rode with Dominic with her arms around his waist all her body was aching from pain.

When they finally stopped it was at another safehouse and this one looked worse than all the others combined with peeling paint and boarded windows, it was the kind of place people went to disappear.

"Inside." Dominic said. "Everyone."

The club filed in and there were twelve men total and ...