I’d been watching it for weeks now.
The way Damian looked at her.
The way his voice changed when he said her name.
Elena Hart.
A Hart, for f**k’s sake. Blood tied to the same rival scum who’ve been poisoning our streets for years, and somehow she had wormed her way under his skin.
I’d seen it before. Women breaking strong men. Making them soft. Making them weak. But I never thought I’d see it happen to him. Damian Cross wasn’t supposed to bend. Not for anyone.
And yet, here he was—changing before my eyes.
The club used to be his everything. We bled for each other, burned for each other, killed for each other. But now? His loyalty was slipping, piece by piece, every time she walked into a room. I caught it in his eyes when he thought no one was looking. That hunger wasn’t just lust—i
