Chapter Nineteen
The highly anticipated annual club run was now only three short days away from beginning, and because of that impending date, the entire concrete compound buzzed from top to bottom with a very restless, tense, and dangerous kind of electric energy. It was the biggest event of the year for the motorcycle club, a time when every single patched brother, prospect, and old lady would hit the open highway together for days of fast riding and wild partying.
I stood completely still directly in front of the tall glass mirror inside Stone’s private bedroom, staring quietly at my own reflection while trying my absolute best to ignore the heavy, painful knot of deep anxiety that was twisting tighter and tighter inside my stomach.
Riley had just walked upstairs a few minutes ago to
