Rogue returned to the room an hour later, his face dark and jaw clenched tight. Aria sat on the bed with Emma curled up asleep beside her. The moment he stepped inside, she stood and rushed into his arms.
“What did Kane say?” she whispered, pressing her soft curves against him.
Rogue held her close, one big hand stroking down her back to cup her ass possessively. “He says the real threat isn’t the Reapers. There’s someone bigger pulling strings — an old rival club that wants my territory. Tank was just the beginning.”
Aria looked up at him, searching his eyes. “Do you trust him?”
Rogue’s laugh was bitter. “f**k no. But he has proof. And right now… we need every ally we can get.”
The door opened without a knock. Kane walked in like he owned the place, two of his men behind him. His col
