LEXIE
Sleep refused to come that night. I tossed and turned for hours, my mind replaying Raven’s smile and the way her eyes had followed me all evening. Around two in the morning, I finally gave up. My throat felt dry and my thoughts were too loud.
I slipped on a hoodie over my tank top and quietly opened my door, the hallway was dark and silent. I crept down the narrow stairs, careful not to make any noise. The bar should be empty at this hour.
But it wasn’t, low voices drifted from the main room as I reached the bottom step. I froze, one hand still on the railing. The lights were dimmed, casting long shadows across the wooden tables and chairs.
Five or six men sat around a large table near the back. Chaos was at the head, his broad shoulders tense, elbows resting on the table. Brick
