Havoc
"Does Gunner know?”
Hearing his question, a humorless laugh found its way up my throat. "If Gunner knew, do you honestly think I would be sitting here with a pulse, drinking piss-warm beer?" I shook my head. "No. He doesn't know. If he found out I was putting my hands on his little sister, he wouldn't care that I am wearing the President's patch. He would walk into the clubhouse, put a bullet right between my eyes, and turn himself over to the club for judgment. And honestly? I wouldn't even fight back."
Damien’s shoulders dropped slightly though his eyes remained dark with concern. "How the hell did you manage to keep it from him?"
"By lying. Every single day." I leaned my head back against the cracked booth. "Sneaking around like a goddamn teenager. Meeting her in the dark. Kee
