The Biker's Rules
she chirps, eyes sharp above the smile.
I don’t like her. She reminds me of that enormous spider Jackson once kept — same predatory glare.
“I’m Chloe,” she says, turning to me, then pouting up at Damion. “Ren’s friend from school and …” She pauses dramatically. “Hopefully … soon this man’s wife.”
Holy. Fuck.
I glare at Damion with huge, stretched eyes, but his face is blank. Cardboard-box blank.
Is he actually going to marry her?
Something sharp slices through my chest. I bite my lip hard, blinking back the sudden sting in my eyes.