Laura
I spent the next few days at the clubhouse, helping Trina behind the bar. I admittedly had ulterior motives, though — I wanted to be near the action. I felt like I’d been too far removed from everything, sitting at home by myself.
The clubhouse was a hive of activity, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the low rumble of voices. My hands moved mechanically as I wiped down the bar, my eyes darting to the nearby table where Talon sat with Jake and a few other club members. Their heads were bent close together, their voices hushed but intense.
I caught snippets of conversation — names I didn’t recognize, places that sounded ominous. Viktor’s name surfaced more than once, each time sending a shiver down my spine. Talon’s face was grim, his jaw clenched tight as Jake spoke. I could
