Page 6 of Mystic's Sunrise

His voice dropped—low, lethal. “Don’t ever put your hand near me again.”

Kenna blinked. Laughed, weakly. “Drago—”

He stood fast. The chair scraped across the floor.

The room hushed.

Drago stepped into her space. “You think just because I fucked you once or twice that gives you the right to speak to me like that? Or toher?”

Kenna’s face paled. “She’s not even one of us. You don’t even know what she—”

The sound of the backhand cracked through the air. A glass fell from a nearby table, shattering like the moment itself.

“She’s mine,” Drago said. His voice rough. Possessive. “That’s all you need to know.”

Kenna stumbled back. Eyes wide. Hand to her cheek. The confidence was gone. Only fear remained.

“If I hear one more word about my ol’ lady, I’ll do more than rip your patch-pass and give you a warning. Got it?”

She nodded fast. Didn’t speak again. Just vanished into the crowd.

Drago turned to me. His jaw clenched. Eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.

“Come on,” he muttered, grabbing my hand. “You don’t need to be around trash.”

He led me down the hall, past men who stared too long, and into his room. The door slammed shut behind us.

He stood with his back to the door, breathing like he was still ready to fight.

I sat on the edge of the bed, silent. My heart still thudding, unsure if it belonged to fear or gratitude.

“You’re safe with me,” he said finally, noticing how tense I’d become.

I nodded. Because I was afraid to do anything else. Because I’d let myself believe he was my savior. Because he’d been soft with me. Gentle. And Iwantedto believe that meant something.

But as I looked at the door he’d slammed, and felt the sting of what I just saw still lingering in the room, a small voice inside me whispered something I didn’t want to hear.

The danger didn’t stay behind in the past.

It followed me here.

And it was holding my hand.

CHAPTER THREE

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

THEevents of Mystic’s Sunrise begin several months before the conclusion of Spinner’s Luck. While each book can be read on its own, reading the series in order provides the full experience of interconnected characters and events.

Five Years Later

There was always noise in the clubhouse,music, voices, the rumble of bikes outside, but I had never felt so alone.

The women didn’t speak to me. Not really. They smiled tight when I walked by, nodded from a distance, but no one sat next to me. No one asked my name. Not since the night Kenna made her mistake and Drago shattered the silence with his rage.

After that, they all stayed away.

The men… they avoided me like I was marked. Like one wrong look would cost them their lives.

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