Ride Or Ruin The Biker Who Owned My Soul
His voice sounded calm, but tension coiled beneath every word.
Another burst of gunfire rang out, closer this time. The guards outside the room shouted commands in Russian, followed by the heavy thud of bodies hitting the floor.
Mara gasped softly from the chair behind us. “Do not move,” Ruin said without turning.
Emergency lights flickered on a second later, bathing the room in dim red illumination. The color made everything look unreal, like a nightmare I could not wake from.
Ruin stepped toward the door. “Lock it,” he said.