Knox:
She walked in like a f*****g storm.
Like leather and lightning, fury painted on her face and heat radiating off her in waves. You could’ve poured a whole bottle of whiskey over her and she’d still set the place on fire.
I knew it the second I felt her eyes on me. Like a match to the fuse I’d been trying to smother all damn week.
Viv.
She was the chaos I’d been trying to outrun.
And right now, that chaos was heading straight for me with a mission.
Riot barely had time to make a joke before she was in front of me, fire in her eyes and that sharp little chin tilted up like she was ready to fight me or f**k me—or maybe both.
And s**t, I would’ve let her. Whatever she wanted from me, she could have it.
I’d never been afraid of heat. I was born in it.
“You wanna explain to me wha
