Sienna's P.O.V.

The first thing I heard outside church was Riot yelling.

The second was Judge saying, "Sit the fuck down."

I opened the door. Nobody sat. Excellent. Roman stood near the far wall. Judge was behind the table. Riot had both palms flat against it like t

Roman's P.O.V.

The easiest thing would have been to leave. Different town. Different club chapter. Different state. Everybody would understand. That was the problem. I had spent ten years choosing distance when truth got expensive. So I stayed. Not near Sienna. She had moved ou

Sienna's P.O.V.

My old apartment smelled like dust and coffee. Mostly dust. The coffee was Zane's fault. He stood in the doorway holding two cups and one empty cardboard box.

"Asked first," he said.

I looked at the coffee.

"What is it?"

"Black. One sugar."

I took it.