~ Harley ~
I lie in bed staring at the ceiling.
Sleep?
Yeah, that’s not happening tonight.
My brain keeps replaying everything like some twisted highlight reel.
Quinn standing under the streetlight like a literal walking red flag.
The words war starts soon.
Armed men parked on my street like this is suddenly a crime movie.
And somehow…
I’m involved.
I roll onto my side and shove my face into the pillow.
“Great job Harley,” I mumble.
“Ten out of ten life choices.”
Two weeks ago my biggest problem was deciding whether to block Finn or not.
Now I’m apparently connected to a biker syndicate.
Normal.
Totally normal.
My brain tries to process it again.
Malik.
Rival syndicate.
Warehouse fire.
Threats.
My name.
I stare at the wall.
Then groan into the pillow.
“Am I actuall
