The moment Dani stepped into the main hall with Roman, the world seemed to stop spinning.
Conversations cut off mid-sentence. Bottles clinked to the floor. All eyes—hard, hungry, amused—swung toward her.
Roman kept one heavy arm slung over her shoulders, his touch deceptively casual but firm, possessive. Like he was staking a claim in front of the entire Broken Saints MC.
Dani forced her breathing to stay even, her face schooled into something soft, something docile. Her fingers curled into the hem of the leather jacket Roman had insisted she wear—the same one that bared more skin than it covered.
"Smile, baby girl," Roman murmured near her ear, the warmth of his breath making her stomach turn. "They’re family now. Just like they always should’ve been."
Family.
The word made bile ris
