LIORA
The moment we stepped inside, loud rock music blasted through the clubhouse, bottles clinked together, people laughed and shouted over one another, and the air smelt of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and leather. It was chaotic enough to make my head spin.
I let out a sigh of relief when Ryder tightened his grip on my hand and guided me away from the crowded main hall. We pushed through groups of bikers and women until we reached a hallway that led into what looked like the clubhouse’s inner chambers. The further we walked, the more the deafening noise faded into the background.
Women stood along the hallway dressed in nothing but tiny panties, matching bras, and oversized leather cuts that hung loosely over their nearly bare bodies. Some balanced trays filled with bottles and glasses,
