Kat:
The whole Savage Savior MC was electric when we pulled up.
Blaze’s bike roared into the lot, the sound splitting the night wide open like a war cry.
Every head turned.
Every body tensed.
The second my boots hit the ground, I could feel it—the charged, violent current rippling through the air.
Word traveled fast around here.
Faster than blood spills on concrete.
And tonight, it smelled thick with violence.
They didn’t need to hear the story.
They could see it.
My face.
The bruises.
The way Blaze’s hand never left my back, like he needed to touch me, anchor me, or maybe just calm himself from the pure, murderous rage boiling inside him.
But there was no calming this storm.
Not tonight.
Not anymore.
We walked through the crowd, every step setting off another r
