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Danielle POVHis movements are precise, efficient. Mine… less so. I fumble with my jeans, cursing under my breath when the button refuses to cooperate.Knox chuckles softly as he tugs his shirt down over his abs. “Want me to do it for you?”I shoot him a look, but the warmth behind it betrays me. “No. I’m good.”“You sure about that?”I ignore him, finally managing to fasten my jeans, then grab my jacket and pull it on. He watches as I zip it, his eyes lingering just long enough to make me feel it. When I glance up, he’s already reaching for his helmet, offering it silently.“You know the rules,” he says quietly.I roll my eyes but take it without complaint. “Yeah, yeah. Safety first.”He just smiles, shaking his head like he’

Knox POVI narrow my eyes.“I know about your Ghost,” he says quietly. “Whoever did this to her doesn’t deserve to die. They deserve worse. They deserve to suffer.”“They will,” I say, my voice flat and absolute. I glance at my phone again. One minute left. My pulse spikes. “I need to go.”Greg hesitates, then his voice softens in a way I didn’t expect. “If you’re serious about protecting her, I’ll back off. But if you hurt her… I’ll hunt you down myself.”“That’s understandable.” I shift slightly, my tone softening without losing its edge. “I’ve got a feeling, in a few days, she won’t even want me following her anymore. So if there’s ever a night she’s supposed to be at work, and she doesn’t show… you message me.&rdquo

Knox POVThe girl scrambles to her feet, brushing herself off as her face turns red. She doesn’t say anything. Just glares, stumbles back toward the bar, and disappears into the crowd. I don’t watch where she goes. I don’t care.Echo leans across the table, smirking like he’s both impressed and completely unsurprised.“Could’ve just said you were taken,” he murmurs.“She already knows. She didn’t care.”His smirk fades slightly as he nods, glancing toward the bar where the girl’s disappeared. “She won’t try again. Neither will most of them. Not after that.”I don’t answer. My hand curls back around the bottle, and I take another sip without thinking. Not because I want to finish it, but because it gives me something to do. I stare out at the crowd and let my though

Danielle POVWhen we get back to the club, the sound of music pours out through the open doors. There are more bikes than before, more men clustered outside smoking, laughing, and shouting across the lot. It feels louder somehow, more chaotic than it was earlier in the day.Knox glances over his shoulder at me with a small smile. “Anniversary of the club. I forgot or I would’ve warned you before you left for work.”He climbs off the bike and I follow him without a word, taking in the growing crowd as we step inside. The space is packed. People are gathered in every corner, drinks in hand, voices raised. Some are already half-drunk. I scan the room quickly, ignoring the half-naked women dancing in laps and writhing around tables. There’s too much skin on display for me to focus long on any one face, but I eventually spot Hex near the bar with a drink in her hand.I glance b

Knox POVShe swipes through a few photos before turning the screen toward me. The bike is a beast. Matte black frame with custom crimson accents and a body that’s been stripped and rebuilt from the inside out. It’s sleek and dangerous, with a low profile and tight rear curve. Definitely not stock.“Not bad,” I say, nodding with genuine appreciation. “You build it yourself?”“Put the final touches on it,” she says proudly. “Frame came bare. Spent two months sourcing the parts. Still has a few quirks, though.”“What kind of quirks?”She sighs and leans back. “The throttle feels sticky at low speeds, especially when I shift down. Doesn’t always kick back the way it should. I’ve cleaned it, checked the return spring, even replaced the grip, but it’s still catching.”