Chapter Fifty One
The very next morning brought a small, much-needed ray of bright golden light straight into the incredibly heavy, dark atmosphere that had settled over the concrete motorcycle club compound.
I was sitting quietly at the large wooden table inside the main clubhouse kitchen, helping Riley organize a massive delivery of canned foods, dry goods, and weekly grocery supplies for the brothers. It was mundane, routine work, but the simple physical task kept my hands busy and prevented my mind from wandering back to the dark thoughts that had been haunting me.
Suddenly, the heavy swinging door to the kitchen pushed open, and a woman I had absolutely never seen before in my entire life walked confidently into the room.
She was tall, carrying herself with an unmistakable air of
