Bad Boy Biker
The custom Harley with the modified pipes that growled rather than roared.
Duke.
She pressed back from the window, heart pounding as he pulled up. He climbed off his bike with that same fluid grace, removed his helmet, and ran a hand through his dark hair.
He was broader now, harder-looking. The boy she'd known had become fully a man, intimidating in his leather cut with the Riot Kings emblem on the back. A vice president patch stood out on his chest. Second in command.
As if sensing her eyes on him, Duke looked up toward her window. Valentina ducked back, breath caught in her throat.