Chapter Twenty-Seven
The deep, beautiful peace we had found in each other's arms inside the private sanctuary of our locked bedroom absolutely did not last long in this dangerous outlaw world. It was nothing but a brief, sweet dream that vanished into thin air. Just two short days after our motorcycles had rolled back through the heavy iron gates of the compound, the fragile calm we were trying so hard to protect shattered completely into a million jagged pieces.
I was standing inside the large, busy clubhouse kitchen with Riley, helping her chop up fresh vegetables and prepare a massive dinner for the hungry club brothers, when the quiet afternoon air was suddenly destroyed. The front gates of the compound exploded with the thunderous, aggressive roar of unfamiliar motorcycle engines te
