She grabbed the gun and set it on the seat beside her.
With one last look at Branson, she pulled out of the garage and left the sleepy town of Savage Valley behind.
I’m coming, Mark.
Branson watched her pull out of the drive and a sense of purpose filled him.
That was true love.
He would give anything to help her right in that moment, to be able to go with her. But with the ankle bracelet on, he would be like a beacon.
It could put her in more danger.
But there were other things that he could do.
Dominic be damned.
Mark had been there for him, when no one else had been even if their lives had led very different paths.
For Mark it had been the loyalty to the Familia and the mafia that had kept him alive and fighting.
For him it had been his family’s legacy. These mountains were where generations of his family had lived and died.
That was what kept him going.
Until Winter.
That was what love was.
She was Mark’s, there was no denying that, and he didn’t want her like that.
But that didn’t mean that she hadn’t shown him a side to life that he had never realized he could have. Winter had never looked down on him. Never judged him for his past.
And for the first time in his life, it had given him a view of a lightness that he had never even known had existed.
Something that he needed.
And he would find it.
Eventually.
But right then he could help save Winter.
Help her save her Mark.
