LOGINDavina POV
“Yeah, see, I don’t know anything about Echo,” I say, swirling the whiskey in my glass like it’s the only sane thing left in this bar. “So it’s a bit hard for me to enjoy it when I’ve no idea who he is, what he’s doing, or what sort of batshit crazy things go on in that helmeted head of his.”
Knox laughs, loud and unapologetic, nodding lik
Blaze POVI walk back inside and head straight for Dylan. I don’t stop until I’ve got him pinned against the bar, my body pressed close to his.“What do you want, Blaze?”“You fucking kissed Titan?” I snap, stepping closer. “Would you have let him fuck you?”I need to know. Because I’m seriously considering breaking the rules and not covering up again if I know for sure he won’t.Dylan tilts his head, looking almost amused. “You sound jealous.”He has no fucking idea.“Oh, you think this is jealous?” I lean in closer, voice low and rough. “You have no fucking clue.”I expect him to shove me back. I expect the usual “I’m not gay” bullshit because we’re in public. B
Blaze POVWhen I got back from working at the club, Echo mentioned what happened with Dylan. We’ve known for a while now that the West Crew were building connections with Grim, whether his club knows or not we don’t know.What we do know is they are bringing in weapons. Something we’re trying to stop. So we’ve got a plan, nothing big yet, just small steps.I came to Dylan to fuck him, but saw the senator’s daughter walk in. Now though, he’s pinned by me. I step back and he stares at me.“Go on, I’ll be at the club. Call me when you’ve fucked her.”I turn and walk off.I need to know what is happening, but it’s hard. Between Fallen Gods and my normal fucking job, tracking him isn’t easy.Pulling up o
Dylan POV“I was looking into a building for a possible business venture. The realtor left, handed me the keys, knowing who I was, and told me to drop them back later. I walked through the building and ran into some of the West Crew… and a guy named Grim.”Echo tenses the moment I say Grim’s name. “And what was said?”“Enough that Grim punched me and warned me not to speak about it or he’d make sure I was never found. I told you my father is dealing with it.”“If he’s meeting openly with the West Crew like that, then their plans are moving forward faster than we thought,” Echo mutters.I sigh. “It sounded like they were discussing dates.”“We need to call church. We’ll intercept those weapons,” Echo says, standing up.“My da
Dylan POVHe’s completely set in his ways. Nothing I say is going to change his mind.“I need you to go back to the Iron Kings,” he says suddenly.Oh fuck. “No. Last time I was there I nearly got caught in the middle of a war between two clubs. I’m not doing it again.”His expression doesn’t change. “No? Then I need something from your friend. Davina, right?”I tense up instantly. “What about her?”“Come on, Dylan. I’m not a fool. She’s fucking the president of another club.”My entire body goes cold. “I…”“Look, go into the club, mention Grim’s name, see what reaction you get. Tell them you had a run-in with him and he was with the West Crew. They’ll ask questions. You say enough to g
Dylan POVLast night was so fucking stupid. I never should have let Blaze come back here with me. What the hell was I thinking? I keep replaying it in my head, every filthy second, and it’s making everything worse.“I can’t have my husband seen around bikers,” Rosalie snaps, her voice sharp and cold as she stands in the middle of my living room like she already owns the place.I drag a hand through my hair, trying to keep my voice steady. “Rosalie, my father’s world deals with a lot of different people. I can’t just cut ties with certain connections because it looks bad.”“Make sure nothing is seen in public then,” she says, eyes narrowing. “I won’t have my reputation ruined before we even get married.”“Fine. I’ll be careful.&rdquo
Blaze POVThen the noise happens a third time, knocking, and I feel Dylan tense up hard. That wakes me up properly.“Dylan?” A woman’s voice calls from the door.He immediately starts pulling away from me. I let him go. He scrambles off the bed in a panic, eyes wide as the knocking gets louder.“F-f-fuck!” he hisses.“Dylan, I can’t find my key. Don’t make me search for it,” the woman calls again, sounding impatient.He’s freaking out, breathing fast, completely spiraling.“Calm down,” I whisper, sitting up.“I-I-I-I—” His stutter is brutal, way worse than I’ve ever heard it.I grab his face with both hands, trying to steady him. “Dylan, breathe.”
Vesper POVI want to move. I want to sit up, slap him, drag my clothes on, and storm the hell out. But my body won’t listen. I’m too sore. Too raw. Too ruined. His arms are still around me, one hand trailing idly down my spine like
Danielle POVI don’t even think. I just reach for the nearest thing I can grab, and my hand closes around the heavy candle holder that’s always sat in the middle of the table. I hurl it with a sharp cry.It smashes straight through the windo
Knox POVI’ve spent all damn morning either locked in church with the guys or alone, digging through anything I can find that might give us answers. Three hours of sitting around that table, every one of us pulling apart what litt
Danielle POVWe've done the basics, and now Knox has us gathered together.He stands at the center of the mat like he owns the ground beneath his feet. Arms loose at his sides, stance relaxed, but there’s a sharpness in h







