DAISY POV
We finally made it downstairs. The bar was alive with noise — laughter, clinking bottles, low music, and the constant rumble of voices. It was obvious a clubhouse was just a clubhouse. There was never really a quiet moment here.
I still didn’t know where we were heading, but I followed Diesel anyway as he held my hand firmly in his.
As we passed through the main area, a few of the guys glanced our way. Most looked briefly and went back to their drinks. But one guy — tall, with a scar through his eyebrow — stared at me a little too long.
The man beside him elbowed him hard in the ribs. It was a clear, silent warning: Keep your eyes off her.
The guy quickly looked away.
We kept walking until we reached the front lot where Diesel’s massive black bike was parked. He swung his l
