The days blurred into a quiet, uneasy rhythm in the Highway Demons’ compound. The roar of engines that once echoed through the yard was softer now, replaced by hushed conversations, shifting glances, and the suffocating tension surrounding the president’s room.
Devil hadn’t moved Haru from her confinement since that night—the night she freed Cordelia and broke every unwritten law of loyalty the MC held dear. He said it was for her own safety. Everyone else whispered it was punishment. Either way, Haru didn’t argue.
And that was what frightened Devil most.
Haru wasn’t the type to be silent. She’d always met his fury with quiet, immovable defiance—never raising her voice, never backing down, but always standing her ground. Now, she was simply… still. She had been like that since her pregn
