Danielle POV
As we all head inside, the sounds of laughter and music drift through the open clubhouse doors. The fire pit’s already roaring, and the scent of grilled meat hits my nose. I look up at Knox, who’s walking beside me now instead of ahead like he always used to.
“Still mad?” I ask.
“Mad?” He glances down at me. “No. Not anymore. Just... planning new ways to keep you alive.”
“Like?”
“Like forbidding you to ride without me.”
I raise a brow. “That sounds more like a challenge than a rule.”
He smirks. “Good. I like when you break rules. Gives me a reason to punish you.”
My skin flushes at the dark promise in his tone, but I don’t back down. I never do with him. Not anymore.
“You better follow through, then.”
He stops walking and pulls me into him again, kissing me so hard a
