RYDER
“I haven’t seen the little troublemaker in a while,” Logan drawled from beside me as we walked toward the clubhouse of the Iron Haven MC. We had a sit-down scheduled with the Trio brothers. “You finally shake her off?”
Kane barked out a laugh from beside me. “That girl? Not a chance. She’s got more persistence than half the prospects trying to earn a patch.”
I didn’t think she was gone either.
The last time I saw Liora, she planted both hands on my workbench, and looked me dead in the eye.
“I’m not giving up on you, Ryder.”
Then she vanished.
For two damn weeks.
“What’s with that look?” Kane asked, glancing at me. “You miss her or something?”
“f**k off.”
The bastards laughed.
I shifted my attention elsewhere. “You check the perimeter?”
Kane nodded. “Yeah. No rival clubs.
