~ Harley ~
By the time I leave the club my head feels like someone stuffed it with bees.
Kevin’s warning keeps replaying in my mind.
Someone told Malik’s crew my name.
My name.
I still don’t understand why that matters so much, but the way Quinn and Kevin looked at each other told me enough. In their world, information means leverage. And leverage usually turns bloody.
Which is a pretty terrifying thing to realise at one in the morning.
Quinn walks me to my car without saying much.
The parking lot smells like gasoline and cold air. A few bikes and vehicles are still parked near the entrance, their metal engines ticking quietly as they cool down.
I stop beside the door of the car Quinn told to take me home and look at him.
“So what happens now?”
He studies the street for a moment
