Before Stone could explode or reach for his weapon, Raven suddenly stood up from her seat across the fire. She walked over with fast, confident steps, stopping right beside Siren’s shoulder. She crossed her thick arms over her chest, her dark eyes narrowing as she stared at the red-haired woman.
“Stone doesn't need to race you for a thousand dollars, Siren,” Raven said aloud, her voice sounding incredibly tough and firm as she defended her club's leader. “The Iron Reapers have more than enough cash in their vault, and everyone on this highway already knows exactly how fast his Harley can move. Why don't you go back to your own side of the woods and bother someone else?”
Siren turned her head slowly, looking Raven up and down with a cold, amused smirk. “Well, look at that. The little club
