KAT:
i had never been great at following orders.
Laying low? Not my style. Keeping my head down? Never gonna happen.
But as I walked into Tony’s Bar that evening, Blaze shadowing me like a damn bodyguard, I had to admit—Saint’s orders weren’t entirely unwarranted.
Viper was out there. Watching. Waiting.
And that thought alone was enough to set my nerves on edge.
The bar was packed. Friday nights at Tony’s always were—locals, bikers, drunks looking to drown their week in cheap whiskey and bad decisions.
I belonged here. I knew every regular’s favorite drink, every song on the jukebox, every crack in the damn floorboards. But tonight, something felt different.
Like I had eyes on me that I couldn’t quite place.
I shook it off, forcing myself into the rhythm of work—pour the d
