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“Guess that makes me normal then,” she mutters, her voice barely louder than the hum of the engine.
“I wouldn’t say you’re normal at all, babe,”I chuckle, gripping the wheel tighter, feeling the leather bite into my palms. “You’re extraordinary.”
Jordyn rolls her eyes playfully and laughs lightly. She was telling me earlier today that if she laughs too hard it still hurts.
We pull up to the clubhouse, its neon lights flickering in the dark, casting eerie shadows on the gravel.
I kill the engine and hop out, rushing around to her side. She’s already pushing the door open, stubborn as always.
“Take it easy,” I chide, offering my hand.
Her fingers slip into mine, a lifeline I can’t afford to lose.
“Thanks,” she mumbles, her steps unsteady but determined.
We make our way to the double doors, each step echoing the beat of my heart. The night air’s cool, biting, a reminder of just how fragile all this is.
“Ready?” I ask, pushing one of the heavy doors open.
“As ready as I’m gonna be.” she replies, her eyes scanning the room the second we step inside.
The familiar scent of booze and smoke hits us like a wave.
Jordyn doesn’t waste a second—she beelines for the bar, determination etched in every line of her body.
“Hey!” I call after her, but she’s already too far gone, focused on her destination.
I follow, my gut twisting with an uneasy feeling. I’m not sure why, but it might be because we haven’t nailed down where Blake is yet.
Part of me thinks The Commander is hiding his dumb ass.
As she reaches the bar, I hang back, watching her like a hawk.
This place, this life—it’s all she’s ever known.
I obviously want to be in the club, but I wonder what kind of life we can create together.
“One step at a time,” I whisper to myself, hoping the words can bridge the gap between what is and what could be.
Poison’s behind the bar, her bleach blonde hair catching the dim light.
Curves in all the right places, she’s a sight that could make any man’s head turn. But, she’s not my type.
Honestly, I’m surprised none of the brothers have slept with her yet. I’ve been wondering who would be the one she’d go for, but the woman doesn’t seem interested in the least bit.
Jordyn doesn’t waste a second.
“Need a Smirnoff Raspberry seltzers, stat,” she says, voice tight but strong.
Poison’s lips curl into a smile, and she nods. “Comin’ right up.”
I watch as Poison moves with practiced ease, grabbing a can from the cooler.
She pops it open, her eyes flicking to me with a knowing look.
“Here you go, darling,” she says, sliding the seltzer across the bar to Jordyn.
“Thanks,” Jordyn mutters, grabbing the can like it’s a lifeline.
