VAL’S POV
“Not yet.” There was something about the way he said that…
"Get up front," he ordered, cutting my thoughts off, his dark blue eyes flashing in the moonlight.
I frowned, holding my helmet under my arm. "What?"
"You heard me, mechanic," Jax purred, a slow, cocky smirk spreading across his face. "You built this monster. Now take the handlebars and show me if you can actually handle it."
My jaw dropped for a second. "You're letting me drive your Harley?"
"I'm ordering you to drive it," he growled low, stepping up close and grabbing the handlebars himself. "Unless you're scared of your own work?"
"You don't order me! Scared?" I scoffed, throwing my leg over the heavy front seat before he could even finish the word. "I'm not scared of anything you own, Vance."
I pulled the helm
