Chapter 68

If fate decided that she should spend her life with Bryant, she’d get it.

People hugged and guys slapped each other on the back. The happiness in the room was palpable. He tried to shove down his resentment and envy. All these men were sure of their futures, secure in the knowledge they would spend the rest of their days with the woman they loved.

One-Mile hated that he might have to let his girl marry another man. But for her safety, he would stand back and let her—no matter how much it killed him.

Hell, the odds weren’t good that he’d even be alive by then.

Speaking of which, he didn’t have any time to lose.

When Cutter headed for the exit again, One-Mile tossed his half-empty plate into the bin, then turned to Logan. “I need to talk to you. I have to regroup, and I need a hookup on more supplies, but I’ll have to call you later.”

“What? No, goddamn it. You owe us some fucking answers,” Logan shouted.

But One-Mile was already across the ro