I think it was just faith.
Or hope.
Or just some wishful thinking on my part.
But in my head?
I put my hands on my belly and hoped that baby could hear my thoughts.
'Daddy's coming, baby.'
'Daddy's coming.'
LOGAN "THIEF" ZANE
What Kent lacked in heart, he made up for it in being stubborn.
I admit, trying to block the road with a motorcycle wasn't a smart thing, but I had to work with what I had.
So I went back and forth across the road, slowing him down.
And I found out that Kent, at heart, was a coward.
He could have mowed me down.
He could have done it easily.
But he didn't.
I could see him shouting.
Pounding his fists on the wheel.
It wasn't me that stopped him.
Not really.
Not that I'm ashamed to admit it.
He finally stopped because he saw more than a dozen members of my club behind him.
He knew he was caught.
He knew that we were going to follow him and stop him.
He was a coward.
And he stopped because he knew we were going to stop him sooner or later.
When he came to a stop, the car was flanked with my brothers, holding guns on him.
He kept his hands on the wheel while I moved to the passenger side and opened the door.
Havoc leaned in the driver's side window and cracked Kent across the cheek, knocking him out cold.
I pulled Arlys into my arms and lifted her off her feet.
She didn't argue.
