The doorbell rang as Phoenix Ford put on his motorcycle boots. He swung the door open and nodded at Logan, his cousin, coworker, and best friend. “Let’s go!”
“Hold it.” Logan put his hand flat on Nix’s chest. “You’re not going anywhere dressed like that.”
Nix looked down at himself. He looked f*****g great. The leather pants hugged his ass awesomely, and the T-shirt showed off each one of his abs. He’d spent years perfecting them at the gym, and he wanted to show them off. “What’s wrong with this?” He glared at Logan.
“Nothing, if we were going to a b**m club, but we’re not. I will not sit next to a wannabe Dom in a family place.”
“I’m not a Dom, nor do I ever want to be a Dom.”
“You want to look like one?” Logan shook his head. “Put on jeans, Nix. Plain, ordinary jeans. They can be b
