Chapter Twenty-Six
The next morning, the sun barely struggled through the thick gray fog hanging over the compound, matching the heavy, uneasy weight settling in my chest.
Even though my nights were once again safe in Jake’s bed, wrapped in his heat and his low, protective whispers, a quiet anxiety kept claws dug into my throat. Amber’s warning from the night before kept playing in my head. I'm going to make sure Jake throws you out of this compound myself. She wasn’t a reckless amateur; she was calculating, and she had the entire club’s history behind her.
By noon, the clubhouse was relatively quiet. Most of the men were down in the garage working on a new shipment of bikes, the distant, rhythmic clang of metal against metal echoing across the dirt courtyard. I was in the back supply c
