Severin
It was supposed to be a fun day. A long ride with my woman’s arms wrapped around my waist, but the burden of hearing from the informant, AKA the mysterious helper, was heavy on my shoulders.
I know I’d learn more about my beloved club than I bargained for. I wasn’t ready for that, but if I had to cut down some heads. I’d do it again.
“I’m ready!” Briar exclaimed as she strolled into the kitchen.
I set my beer bottle on the counter and took her in.
“What do you think?” She asked.
Briar gave me the perfect three-sixty view. Her leather jeans cupped her ass and hips perfected. She wore thigh-high black boots and a white top underneath the leather jacket, and her blonde hair was wild, wavy and free.
I didn’t know she owned this much leather.
“Damn babe,” I said. “Damn.” Apparen
