Page 74 of Stiletto's Savior

Siren hops in and slams the door.

The Polaris Ranger jostles beneath us, the engine sputtering as I grip the wheel.

Trees whip by like ghosts in the fading light, their branches clawing at the sky.

Siren’s laughter mixes with the roar of the machine, but my heart races for another reason.

“Hang on!” I yell over the rumble, pushing the gas pedal down harder.

The hill looms ahead, steep and rugged.

“Just don’t flip us!” she shouts back, excitement and worry dancing in her eyes.

We crest the hill, and there it is—the cabin.

Weathered wood, windows darkened like secrets waiting to be spilled.

A gnawing anticipation twists in my gut. I’m finally going to get some fucking answers.

I steer the Ranger to a stop, dust swirling around us as we hop out.

My boots crunch against gravel as we stride toward the door.

I push it open, and the hinges creak ominously.

“Hello?” I call out, the sound echoing in the stillness.

Then I see him—Bull.

He leans against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk plastered across his face.

The surprise hits me like a cold wave.

“Well, well,” he drawls, his voice low and gravelly. “I had a feeling you’d show up today.”

“Yeah?” I retort, crossing my arms defiantly. “What are you doing here?”

Bull raises an eyebrow, a shadow of a smirk still playing on his lips. “Yeah,” He shifts his weight, gaze piercing. “Why do you think I offered to babysit this fucker today? Didn’t expect to see your sister along for the ride.”

“Guess I’m full of surprises,” I shoot back, forcing a nonchalant smile even though my heart thuds in my chest.

“Seems that way,” Bull says, his expression shifting to something more serious. “You know what you’re walking into, right?”

“That’s why we’re here,” I reply, my voice steady.

Siren shifts closer, her presence grounding me.

“Just makin’ sure,” he warns, pushing off the wall, “Know you’re not alone in this shit. You never were.

“Thanks. Let’s get to it, then,” I add, stepping further inside.

Siren follows, and I can feel Bull’s eyes on us, assessing.

I stop and turn around, staring at the club’s Enforcer in the eyes. “You’re not gonna stop me, then?” I ask, testing the waters.

“No,” he says simply, his gaze unwavering. “Even if Zane has my ass for it. You prospects—you kids—you’re like my kids. Me and Alexa don’t have any, but all of ya… you feel like you’re all mine. I’m not gonna let no one hurt my kids and get away with it.”

A rush of adrenaline surges through me while my heart softens.

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