#Chapter 230: Cuffed

Logan The race track loomed in front of me, a hulking mass of metal and concrete that felt more like a prison than a place of thrill. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought that I would wind up here, running from what felt like all of the cops in the city while simultaneously trying to hunt down the person that had stolen my mate. But, what was done was done. I slammed down on the brakes of my car, the tires screeching in protest as I skidded to a halt. My heart was pounding, every beat echoing my desperation to find Ella. I didn’t care whether my car was destroyed, whether I was walking straight into a trap, or whether the police would continue their chase. All that mattered was Ella’s safety in this moment. But as soon as I killed the engine and jumped out of the car so I could begin my wild search for the woman I loved, the world around me erupted into chaos. The police, who had been hot on my tail, were right there before I could even take three steps, their guns draw