"They are challenging your authority because of me, aren't they?" I whispered softly into the dark leather of his vest, wrapping my small arms securely around his broad shoulders.
He pulled his head back just an inch, just enough to look straight down into my eyes. "They are testing my limits, little dove. That is all they are doing. Viper has been sitting in the shadows waiting for an easy excuse to challenge my patch for years now. He honestly thinks this motorcycle club should still be run exactly the way it was fifteen long years ago—meaning blood spilled on the pavement every single weekend, and absolutely no long-term thinking for the future."
Stone’s large, warm hand slid up my back to cup the nape of my neck, his thumb stroking my skin. "I shut the argument down for now. The club
