The roar of Silas's bike cut through the parking lot as they pulled up in front of the club bar. Sage dismounted first, straightening her skirt with deliberate confidence as she removed her helmet and let her high ponytail bounce back into place.
Inside, the club was already buzzing with members drinking, talking, and laughing. As soon as the door opened and Sage stepped inside, a hush fell—not long, but long enough to make her presence felt.
Brick, seated at the bar, nearly spit out his drink. "Goddamn, Silas," he muttered, elbowing Sanders. "You see what your girl’s wearing tonight?"
Silas, following close behind, shot Brick a look—half warning, half proud smirk. "Watch your mouth."
"Hey, no disrespect," Sanders said, raising his hands. "She looks good. Dangerous as hell, but good."
