Bo Sinclair X Reader Novels & Stories

Inside, the smell of mildew and old smoke hit her first. But when she ran her hand over the empty counter, when she stepped behind it and glanced at the bare walls, something flared hot and sharp in her chest. It wasn’t pretty or safe. But it could be hers, and that was enough. The Vipers hauled in equipment—an old chair, bottles of ink, a machine that buzzed when Cole tested the cord. Jax set a box of gloves on the counter without a word, then vanished. Nolan stood at the door, watching her with that unreadable weight in his eyes.