Louise
Hundreds of eyes lock onto me all at once.
I stand on the top step, frozen in place—neither stepping down nor retreating.
A few massive guys wearing leather vests step out from the crowd. "Lions MC" is stitched boldly across their backs. They carry baseball bats, their stride lazy but their eyes sharp as needles. The leader is completely bald with a row of silver hoops piercing his ear, and a long, jagged scar stretches from the corner of his mouth all the way to his earlobe.
He stops at the bottom of the steps and looks up at me.
"Where is Daisy?" he asks, his gaze darting past my shoulder into the club.
"She isn't here," I say.
"Step aside." He takes a menacing step forward. "We'll find her ourselves."
"We aren't open yet," I say, holding my ground. "And the girl you're lo
