Chapter Forty-One
Blade’s POV
I dragged Skyler out of the chaotic noise of the courtyard and hauled her into the quiet, oil-scented shadows of the back garage, slamming the heavy metal door behind us to seal out the lingering whispers of the club. The second she was free, she spun on her heel, her chest heaving violently beneath her black tank top. Her knuckles were split, dripping dark crimson onto the concrete floor, and her eyes were still wild—bleeding that same terrifying, unhinged ferocity I’d just witnessed in the dirt.
“Why did you pull me off her?” she screamed, her voice cracking with a raw, dangerous rage that echoed off the metal rafters. “I was going to break her jaw! I was going to put her in the dirt permanently!”
“Because you were about to murder a patched support rider
