(LANCE)
I pulled up to the penthouse underground garage just after midnight, the deep rumble of my matte-black Harley echoing off the concrete walls. My blood was still boiling from the day’s bullshit — feds, leaked photos, Rico’s cartel threats. I needed to feel Eliona wrapped around me on the back of my bike. Nothing else would calm the beast tonight.
She was waiting exactly where I told her to be — standing by the private elevator in a tight black dress that hugged every curve, leather jacket I’d sent up for her, and those f**k-me heels that made her legs look endless. My property patch was already waiting for her at the clubhouse, but tonight she’d earn the right to wear it.
I killed the engine but left the bike idling. “Come here, Sunshine.”
Eliona walked over, hips swaying. I gra
