Chapter 86 Running

• Dante POV
• Of course, I hear the sound of another bike approaching. Callum. He’s always there, always the steady one, following me when I’m running from my problems like a coward. I never fucking run. Yet here I am.
• I don’t even have the strength to be angry at him. I peer at him, feeling guilt tighten in my chest. “I’m sorry for punching you. And for wanting to kill you,” I mutter, feeling like the biggest fool on the planet.