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That hits deeper than I want to admit.
I nod in her direction. “Keep an eye on her.”
Deadeye arches a brow. “You want her followed?”
“No,” I say. “Just…watched.”
He doesn’t push. Just leans back, unreadable. He knows when to speak and when to shut the fuck up. And right now, his silence says everything.
This girl is too soft for my world. Too sweet. And too fucking tempting.
But she walked into my territory.
And I’m not letting her slip away without answers.
Or maybe, not at all.
Chapter Three
Piper
I can feel his eyes on me.
Like a heat trail crawling up my spine, burning painfully into the back of my neck. I don’t have to turn to know it’s him—the man Blaze keeps calling Prez. I can feel his stare like a hand wrapped around my throat. Possessive. Unyielding. A warning and a promise rolled into one.
Blaze is still talking. Something about regulations. Rules. Lake depth. Distance. Liability waivers. His voice is a dull hum in my ears, completely drowned out by the roaring in my chest.
My heart’s beating too fast.
My hands won’t stop shaking.
I grip the edge of the bar counter and try to focus. Try to breathe. I don’t know why I’m so rattled. He didn’t touch me. Barely spoke to me. Just looked. But that look…it reached places no one’s ever touched.
“…and the final round is open-water, straight sprint back to the dock. You good with that?”
I blink, forcing myself to look at Blaze. “What?”
He grins. Boyish. A little too eager. Definitely not dangerous like the man behind me. “I said the final round’s a sprint. Straight through Willowmere’s cold-ass water. You good?”
I nod slowly. “Sure. Yeah.”
He raises a brow, but doesn’t push.
I can’t even remember what he said before that. Probably should have paid attention, considering I’m now signed up for a challenge I didn’t even know existed two hours ago. But my brain’s stuck in rewind, replaying the moment when the man—Prez—stepped out of the shadows like a walking threat dressed in black leather.
I shouldn’t pry. I should leave and never come back here…
“So…” I start carefully, pretending to be casual. “Your Prez. Is he always so…intense?”
Blaze chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Rock?” He glances over his shoulder, instinctively checking whether the man in question is listening. “Yeah. That’s just how he is. Not a lot of small talk in his vocabulary.”
“Rock,” I repeat, rolling the name around my tongue. “Is that his real name?”
“Nah. Dane Johnston. But no one calls him that. He’s Rock. Or Prez. Depends how close you are.” Blaze leans on the counter like he’s telling me a secret. “He’s the president of the Savage Kings MC. Took over five years ago, after the old man stepped down.”
I nod slowly, filing away every piece of information. “He seems like a big deal.”
Blaze barks a short laugh. “That’s one way to describe it. He runs a tight ship. No bullshit. The club was starting to drift for a while, a bunch of guys getting sloppy, distracted with parties, outside drama. Rock put an end to all that real quick.”
