VAREK
She drained me.
That's what happened.
That's the only way I know how to say it — she put her hands on my wrist and pulled something straight out of my body like she was siphoning gas from a tank, and my legs turned to wet concrete and my vision went grey at the edges and I barely caught myself on the welding table before I face-planted in front of my own men.
Me.
Varek.
VP of Iron Hollow MC.
Dropped by a half-dead woman who weighed nothing and hadn't eaten since yesterday.
I was still staring at her — still trying to process what the hell I'd just felt — when the workshop door swung open hard enough to bang against the wall.
Lockjaw walked in first.
Mirror right behind him, already pushing those black-framed glasses up his nose with one finger, sharp eyes cutting across the
