Cruz
By the time we finally made it inside the clubhouse, the adrenaline had started to wear off, replaced by something slower… thicker. It settled under my skin like heat that wouldn’t quit, running its fingers down my spine every time Avery looked at me.
She walked beside me, still smudged with dried blood, her hair wild from the dirt and the rush, and somehow, she’d never looked more alive. More mine.
A few of the guys were posted up on the worn leather couches, beers in hand, talking s**t. I could feel the shift when we stepped in together—just a flicker of curiosity, a few subtle glances tossed her way. I caught one from Chains, another from Vic, but none of them were stupid enough to let it linger.
Didn’t matter anyway.
She wasn’t looking at them.
Her gaze hooked right into min
