The Biker's Rules
“D nuked it.”
They cross their arms, staring down at me, faces blank and assessing. Studying me like a cancer cell under a microscope.
Hell, I have shitty friends.
“So there IS a relationship,” Logan says, smug as hell.
“Was, bro,” Ilkay sings, scrolling through his phone. “There WAS a relationship. No woman survives these pics.”
“Assholes,” I growl, yanking the phone from his hand.
The photos gut me all over again.
Naked girl — check. My house — check. Her sprawled across my legs — check.