Page 126 of Manic

Meghan leans her ashy blonde hair brushing against my arm as she whispers, "Tor, it might not be a bad idea. Dasha's half Colombian, you know? Maybe they can bond over that."

I furrow my brow, considering her words.

"She's been helping with Florencia and Cali a few nights a week," Meghan continues, her voice soft but insistent. "Maybe being a friend is exactly what Rio needs right now."

I nod slowly, eyes scanning the room.

"I guess it can't hurt."

As Dasha walks off, determination in her stride, Starla pipes up, "That's a great idea, actually. When I was hurting, Ivar was there for me... so this might help Rio snap out of it, to be there for his girls, all of it."

Meghan's expression softens, hope flickering in her eyes. "I hope so, I really do," she murmurs. Then, her tone shifts, a hint of anxiety creeping in. "Tor, have you gotten any leads on where my father is?"

The mention of the Patriot sends a chill down my spine.

I nod, my jaw clenching. "Yeah, we've got something. I'll be heading out with a few guys from the club tomorrow night. Hopefully, we can get the fucking bastard."

We need to end this, once and for all.

The Patriot's shadow has loomed over us for too long, claiming too many lives.

Flora's face flashes in my mind, and I feel a surge of anger.

I don't voice these thoughts, but I can see the understanding in Meghan's eyes.

She doesn’t care what we have to do to avenge her, but we will.