The clubhouse reeked of smoke, and spilled liquor. Ashley slipped through silently, shoulders tight, doing everything in her power not to draw eyes. Laughter bellowed from the bar, pool balls cracked against each other, a pair of hangarounds screeched over the jukebox. She ducked into a shadow near the hall, catching her breath.
Her heart was still pounding from Jax. She pressed her palm over the spot like she could hold on to the warmth he'd left there.
But just as quickly, her chest squeezed. If Detective Ramirez was right, if one wrong word turned the club against her, even Jax's strange, quiet comfort wouldn't save her.
The longer she stood there, the more suffocating the noise became. The Vipers clubhouse wasn't built for silence... it thrived on chaos, raised voices and de
