Cole
I grip the handlebars harder than I need to.
Engine roars.
Cold air hits my face.
Doesn’t cool a damn thing.
I almost kissed her.
The kind that changes s**t.
That’s what bothers me.
Not the wanting.
The control.
I had her mouth a breath away from mine and I stopped.
I don’t stop.
The clubhouse lights come into view. Neon buzzing. Bikes lined up like a row of threats.
I cut the engine and sit there a second longer than necessary.
Because once I walk inside, I’m Vice President again.
Not the i***t almost kissing a single mom in her hallway.
I step in.
Music low. Smoke thick. Cards on a table in the corner.
Jax looks up first.
“You look like you’re about to punch a wall,” he says.
“Not in the mood.”
“That’s never stopped you.”
Rhea glances over from the bar. She rea
