Stone’s large hand flexed tightly on my hip, his fingers digging into my skin through the fabric of the heavy hoodie. "Are you standing in my clubhouse openly questioning my leadership, Viper?"
"I am not questioning you, Prez," Viper said carefully, though his voice was dripping with a smug, disrespectful tone. "I am just saying that this motorcycle club has real needs that aren't being met. We have got young prospects waiting around for months just to get their patches, we have got big deals waiting on your final approval, and you are spending all your free time playing house with a regular civilian girl who walked into our bar five days ago asking for a fake date."
The entire room went completely, deathly quiet. Nobody moved a muscle. Even Jax looked incredibly uncomfortable, his eyes
