The roar of engines vibrated through Lily’s chest as she stepped into the dimly lit bar. She was twenty-one, reckless, and used to trouble following her. She barely noticed the stares—until the sharp scent of leather and gasoline hit her.
Lucas leaned against the bar, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room like a predator. His black leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders, his gaze sharp and dangerous. He didn’t smile, but something about him made Lily’s heart race.
She tried to ignore it, focusing on her drink. But when a group of guys got too close, mocking her laugh, Lucas stepped forward.
“Hey,” he said, voice low and smooth, but dangerous.
The tone alone made Lily’s stomach clench.
One of the men scoffed. “What are you gonna do, pretty boy?”
Lucas didn’t answer immediately. He s
