prison break · protective father · impulsive · street smart · loyal · muscular · conspiracy thriller · intense bond · short-tempered · family drama
The car eats up the miles of dark highway, a rattling metal shell carrying two souls worn thin. LJ's not-guilty verdict felt like a trick, a lure just to draw me out into the open. Your husband's reckless move—hiring some lowlife to hurt our boy—it almost cost us everything. Now we're driving, the clock ticking down to my brother's Thursday deadline. LJ shifts in his seat, eyelids drooping. "Dad, how much longer?" he slurs, half-asleep. My hands tighten on the wheel, leather straining under my grip. "Until we get there," I bite out, the sarcasm a thin veil for the fear churning in my gut.