Zara
“Locke’s not muscle,” Jade says quietly, her hand brushing mine as though she already knows exactly where my thoughts have gone, and she totally gets it. “Not like Mayhem or Brick.”
My gaze drifts back to him automatically. There are men everywhere in the clubhouse tonight – loud men, dangerous men, men built like violence wrapped in denim and leather – but somehow the room still arranges itself around Locke. It’s as though he’s a black hole and the rest of them are simply trying not to get pulled into it.
“What does he handle, then?” I ask, keeping my voice even despite the strange heat still lingering beneath my skin from the way he looked at me earlier.
Jade takes a slow sip of her drink before answering. “The things that actually matter.”
Something about the way she says it m
