The night was quiet in the Highway Demons compound, but Violet’s heart wasn’t. She sat on the edge of the clubhouse couch, her phone pressed against her ear, waiting for the familiar voice to answer. Instead, it was the same thing—
“The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message.”
The line cut off after the tone, and Violet exhaled shakily, lowering the phone to her lap. It was the third time she had tried calling Haru tonight, and the third time she got the automated voice.
Killer, leaning against the armrest with a beer bottle in one hand, watched her with narrowed eyes. He knew that look—knew when his woman was overthinking. He put the bottle down and tugged Violet onto his lap, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist until she had no choice but to settl
