Chapter Fifty-Three
The lingering chill of that single, watching eye in the hallway haunted my dreams all night, leaving me exhausted when the morning light finally filtered through the curtains. I tried to shake the paranoia as I walked down to the clubhouse, reminding myself that I had a job to do. The bar was packed by midday, filled with patched members, prospects, and the general noise of a club celebrating a successful run.
But the atmosphere behind the counter felt entirely different today, and the source of the shift was sitting right at the center table.
Vivian didn't take long to make her move. She hadn't spent her morning hiding in the west wing; instead, she had positioned herself right in the middle of the action. She had traded her expensive leather jacket for a simple bla
