And Harper was standing behind him, crying quietly because she knew the decision wasn't simple anymore.
Vivienne watched his face and she knew she had him.
At least, she thought she did. "You know what happens if this gets out, Rhett?" she asked.
He opened his eyes.
Vivienne's voice became almost conversational. "That man isn't some random customer who came in here to drink whiskey and flirt with the girls. You know that."
Rhett's expression changed. "How do you know who he is?"
Vivienne smiled. "Because I pay attention."
She walked slowly around him. "He belongs to one of the most dangerous biker associations connected to Russia. Your club has been trying to negotiate business with people connected to them."
Rhett's stomach dropped. "How the hell do you know that?"
Vivienne gave
