Quinn’s POV I stood there in shock as I watched Jaxson and Bishop take the heads right off the shoulders of two men. There was no blood and I knew right away these two men were like Tristan. Jaxson wasn’t kidding me about how he and his friends could handle my ex. The problem was if they were here
Jaxson’s POV I wanted nothing more at this moment than to reach down and pull Quinn into a passionate kiss. I was thrilled with the news that she was going to stay but I knew we weren’t there just yet. It was a step in the right direction and I had to chalk it up as a win for me. My worries of her
Quinn’s POV Thankfully, Tonya and I finished cleaning the bar up before the patrons began to arrive and business went on as normal. It had been one hell of a day and I still had to work a full shift. I needed the money. Fortunately, tonight’s crowd was steady but not overly busy, that I had to run
Quinn’s POV “Are you ready?” Bishop asks me as I finish up wiping down the bar. “Just give me a minute to grab my belongings and I will be.” I said to him as I threw the rag in the dirty towel bin and grabbed my purse, while Bishop stood by the door waiting on me. The two of us had talked tonight
Jaxson’s POV Bishop was going to pay for that I thought as the door closed. I let out a growl warning him as he left me standing on the front porch while he and my mate were in the comfort of his cabin. I knew that I had agreed to letting her stay with him, but as I watched the two of them enter hi
Quinn’s POV The smell of fresh brewed coffee awakened me as I stretched out onto the queen size bed. It had been forever since I had slept in a normal bed and my body felt rejuvenated. I opened my eyes to the morning sun beaming through the window. Last night had to be the best sleep that I had got
Quinn’s POV Bishop was happy when I told him that I wanted to go along with him and I knew I was doing the right thing. If I was to finally meet a family member after all these years it would be nice to have a friend along for moral support. That was exactly what I was going to do for him. As the
Quinn’s POV Bishop brought the truck to a stop in front of what looked like an old farmhouse and the two of us stared out the windshield at the house. The house looked like no one had lived here in years, the lawn looked unattended and a few shutters hung crooked from the windows. Many years ago th