There’s a chance he’s still out there and, if he is, I want him dead!” Bruce announced. The crowd of bikers grabbed their guns and dispersed outside. They had a mission and they were excited to see it through. I, however, was praying to the dear lord above that I’d get my Avery back safely. We had already been through a lot, but just as we had gotten close, this happened? I could believe it. By now, I could believe anything. I just didn’t want to. Bruce walked up to me and sighed, “You okay?” he asked me. “Yeah, I’m fine, I think. Thank you, Bruce.” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. It had been a long night and I was exhausted. It felt like there was a lot more for me to do. “You’re tired. You should go home and rest.” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “He’s going to be alright. I promise ya.” “I can’t sleep, Bruce. I just keep thinking about Luke.
