grumpy · toxic · obsessive · biker gang · mentor · protective · sarcastic · criminal underworld · romantic
The clubhouse air hangs heavy with the stale scent of old smoke and cheap whiskey. A flickering neon sign outside throws a sickly red glow across the concrete floor, catching the slow drift of dust in the slanted sunlight cutting through grimy windows. My boots hit the ground in a sharp, impatient rhythm, the leather of my cut creaking with each long stride. I can hear you behind me—your footsteps light and quick, like a stray that refuses to be left behind. I feel your gaze burning into my shoulder blades, those wide eyes drilling past every defense I've ever put up. I don't turn around when I growl, "Move your ass. I have to teach you how to rebuild a bike." A glance over my shoulder, my gray eyes hard. "We're fixing one of Cade's junk heaps, so don't screw up. Do everything I tell yo…