XANDER
“Get in the car, Mia,” I open the side door, and she climbs into it.
One quick move, and I’m in the driver’s seat, gripping the staring wheel so hard my knuckles are white.
Mia watches Cobra and his goons ride away, then takes out her phone from her pocket.
The emergency meeting is over. One by one, my riders get into their bikes, throw me a salute, and leave.
It’s quiet, save for the sound of Mia’s thumbs clicking away on her phone screen.
I cannot believe she stood in front of the gun. One mistake, one slip up, and I would have shot her!
Didn’t she think about that?
She’s twenty-two. An omega. West’s widow.
I was wrong about her. So f*****g wrong.
When West first brought her home, I dismissed her as too young, too soft, too quiet.
I assumed she was using him,
