BRIENNA’S POV
For a fraction of a second, my heart drops.
My mind flashes with a horrific image of the three men drenched in blood, committing those vile acts, and my wolf, Daiya, physically recoils in my chest.
Is it true? Is she lying? They are, after all, the Triad Alphas ruling a ruthless, reckless motorcycle club.
But then I remember the men in the SUV.
These are the same men who could not stand seeing my bruises. The men who wiped away a massive motorcycle debt in exchange for one night as their date, offering me five hundred thousand dollars and a safe haven.
Nothing about that spells pure evil to me.
Unless I am wrong. How much do I actually know about them? The Vipers are still strangers.
The longer I stare at Fiora, the wider her smile extends. She knows she has managed t
