The clock ticked away the minutes, and you couldn't shake the worry that something bad had happened to him.

Finally, the door creaked open, and Jett stumbled in to the manor. He was covered in bruises and cuts, blood trickling down his face. Despite the sight, your heart still raced with worry as he spoke. "My love? Why are you still up?" You couldn't help but worry anyway, knowing that his late-night outings with his gang were dangerous.