Madison climbed despite pain tearing through her hands, dropping hard on gravel, while bullets sparked against metal behind them. The bikers mounted their machines swiftly, engines roaring, Ivy cradled securely against leather, and they tore away as Madison clung tightly, breath ragged, heart shattering under the weight of terror and disbelief.
Forty minutes later, they reached an abandoned warehouse hidden deep within woodland shadows. Madison collapsed forward, clutching Ivy desperately, while Rex studied her with quiet intensity.
“You still have Logan’s letter,” Rex said.
Madison’s blood ran cold.
“How do you know?” she whispered.
“Because Logan trusted you,” Rex replied.
He handed her a scratched key labeled Unit 42C.
“He left the evidence,” Rex explained grimly.
Madison stared, trembling.
“For Ivy,” Rex added quietly.
Silence fell heavily.
“She is Logan’s daughter,” the quiet biker Silas Harper revealed calmly.
Madison’s breath vanished entirely.
Shock crashed through her mind, memories rearranging violently, truths emerging from buried doubt. Ivy’s gray eyes mirrored Logan’s unmistakably, a resemblance Madison had dismissed repeatedly.