RYDER'S POV
The quiet in my room was heavy, thick like the smoke that always seemed to hang around Hellfire.
I sat on the edge of my bed, the leather creaking beneath me, and stared at my hands. They looked the same as always—calloused, scarred, strong.
But I wasn’t the same.
Not anymore.
Last night was a storm. Not the kind that roars through the city and leaves destruction in its wake.
No, this storm was different.
It was inside me. The way Tessa looked, the way she moved, the way she let me in. I’d never felt anything like it.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to make sense of the tangle in my chest.
Hellfire was my life—the club, the brothers, the fight.
But Tessa… she was something else. Something I never expected to want.
The taste of her lips still lingered on min
