LOGINBlake is the kind of man people whisper about—ruthless on the road, fiercely loyal to his brothers, and carrying shadows of his own. He wasn’t looking for a woman to save, and Lucy wasn’t looking for a man to need. Yet something unspoken pulls them together, a slow-burn attraction edged with danger and longing. As the world of the Steel Vipers collides with the demons Lucy has tried to bury, trust becomes a weapon, and love a risk neither of them is sure they can afford. But when past and present threaten to destroy them both, Lucy and Blake will have to decide if they’re strong enough to fight not only for survival— but for each other.
View MoreLucyThe noise from downstairs had faded by the time I finally lay back on the bed. The lock was turned, the curtains drawn, but sleep wouldn’t come. The silence pressed too heavy, broken only by the muffled thud of music and the occasional shout that drifted up from the clubhouse below.I stared at the ceiling, mind racing. Every moment replayed itself—Jake’s smirk, Riker’s cruel word, the way Blake’s presence had shifted the air, silencing the room with nothing but a look.I should have been relieved. Safe, even. But instead, a different fear crept in.What if Blake was just another version of the same thing I’d already survived? Men who told me what to do, men who claimed protection only to use it as control. He hadn’t done that yet. He’d kept his distance, let me choose. But part of me whispered that it was only a matter of time. That I’d let my guard down and find myself in another cage.I pulled the blanket tight around me, willing my heartbeat to slow. I wanted to trust the loc
BlakeThe clubhouse was half-asleep by morning. Engines cold, bottles scattered across tables, brothers snoring in corners. The quiet before the storm.I’d been up before the sun, couldn’t rest even if I wanted to. Old habits. My body never forgot how to be alert, how to listen for sounds that didn’t belong. It wasn’t restlessness—it was survival, sharpened into my bones.I stepped outside, the gravel crunching under my boots. The lot was empty except for rows of bikes, chrome catching the pale light. I leaned against mine, lit a cigarette, and let the smoke curl out into the cool morning air.It should’ve been peaceful. It wasn’t. My head was too full.Lucy.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. That flash of panic when Jake got too close, the way her breath hitched like she was being dragged back into something I couldn’t see. She covered fast, but not fast enough. I’d seen too many broken people not to recognize it.And it clawed at me in a way I didn’t like.I shouldn’t car
BlakeJake was going to be a problem.I’d known it the second he smirked at her yesterday, and today only proved it. The kid had too much energy and not enough sense. Most of the brothers understood when I set a line—didn’t matter if I drew it with words or silence, they got the message. Jake thought rules bent around him. That’s how boys get themselves killed.When I saw him leaning too close to Lucy, coaxing her toward the bikes, I felt the old heat rise in my chest. The kind I’d trained myself to choke down years ago. I didn’t yell. Didn’t need to. A single word was enough to freeze him in place.He backed off, like I knew he would, but his eyes lingered. Curious. Testing.It wouldn’t happen again.Lucy had gone pale as stone, breath tight like she was drowning. I kept my distance after Jake walked off, gave her space to steady herself. She didn’t need me crowding her. But I didn’t miss the way her hands shook, or the way her shoulders eased only when she realized I wasn’t moving c
LucyThe day stretched long, noisy and restless. The men worked on their bikes, the sound of tools clanging against metal echoing across the lot, engines growling as they tested repairs. Every roar sent a shiver through me, though I tried not to show it.I stayed close to the edges, pretending to watch, pretending I was just curious. Really, I was calculating. Counting exits. Watching how people moved. Who looked at me, who ignored me, who lingered too long with their stares. Survival habits. I couldn’t turn them off, no matter how badly I wanted to.Blake was never far. He didn’t hover, didn’t smother me with questions or presence, but he was always there. Leaning against a bike, talking low to one of his brothers, checking the edges of the lot. Sometimes I thought he was watching everything—me included—without moving his eyes.It should have made me nervous. Maybe it did. But it also kept me breathing.I caught myself staring at him more than once. He looked like he belonged to this
LucyThe room was plain, but it felt more like mine than any place had in years. Four walls, a bed, a lock that clicked solid under my hand. That lock… it meant more than the clean sheets or the dresser or the quiet. It meant choice. It meant safety I could control.I sat on the edge of the bed, ja
LucyThe morning sun had barely warmed the clubhouse lot when I stepped outside, still clutching my jacket tighter than necessary. I knew I didn’t belong here. Every instinct screamed it. The motorcycles gleamed under the pale light, lined up like soldiers, their chrome catching the sun, their engi
BlakeThe morning sun filtered through the garage doors, catching dust in golden streaks. The clubhouse was quieter than last night, the kind of still that comes before the brothers start moving, engines roaring, deals and banter filling the space. I was leaning against one of the bikes, arms cross
LucyThe morning light seeped through the thin curtains, weak and pale, but it was enough to make me flinch. My head throbbed, a dull echo of adrenaline and exhaustion from the night before. I sat up slowly, the unfamiliar sheets rough beneath my fingers. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept
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