She smirks, sliding past me to sit in the car. “I see… well, hopefully, I get a chance at picking a movie one night while I’m here.”
I snort out a laugh. “Yeah, maybe.” I close the door, and she rolls down the window as I rush for my ride, throwing my leg over.
“Hey, Sin?” she yells as my bike growls to life.
I tilt my head, the leather of my club cut creaking with the motion, a silent question.
“Do I look like the kind of woman who needs the car door opened for her?”
Her words, sharp and teasing, cut through the rumble of my engine like a blade. “You’re no woman, Elizabeth. You’re a banshee. You won’t fucking shut up.” My jaw tightens. Rolling my eyes, I rev the throttle in response, the growl escaping my chest, deepening as if it could drown her out. But it doesn’t. It never does. Her laugh rings out, light and melodic, effortlessly slipping through the noise like my insult only enlightens her.
That laugh.
Dammit, that laugh.
It twists something deep in my chest, like nails dragging across raw skin.
So tempting.
So fucking sexy.
My cock jerks against the seam of my jeans, making me even more furious at her.
How can someone be so goddamn infuriating and so fucking stunning at the same time?
I grind my teeth, fighting the heat building in my veins.
God, she’s so impossibly annoying.
The frustration boils over, and I slam the throttle, the bike roaring under me as I tear out of the compound. Gravel sprays in my wake, the rear tire skidding just enough to jolt my balance. A cloud of dust from my back tire spinning over the sand rises behind me, matching the haze clouding my mind.
My fingers clench the handlebars like they’re the only thing tethering me to reality, the tension so fierce it makes my knuckles ache. The cold bite of the wind stings my cheeks, but it’s not enough to snap me out of it.
Elizabeth Hale—she’s everywhere, under my skin, in my head, a relentless itch I can’t scratch. I don’t know what it is about her—her sharp tongue, her fearless grin, or the way she looks at me like she knowsexactlyhow much she’s messing with me, but it keeps pulling me in whether I like it or not, and it’s driving me insane.
I grit my teeth, forcing my thoughts to shift.
There’s no room for this.
Not now.
Millie is in danger, and we’re about to enter enemy territory. I need my head in the game, not spinning over Elizabeth-fucking-Hale and the way she somehow manages to tear me apart and piece me back together without even trying over and over again.
Chapter Five
ELIZABETH
The ride to the casino crackles with tension. Will’s knuckles stand out white against the steering wheel, his grip so tight the leather groans under his hands. His gaze doesn’t shift from the road, eyes narrowed, unblinking. It’s almost as if he lets his focus slip for even a second, it might break him. His chest rises and falls too quickly, his breath fogging faintly against the windshield despite the air conditioning. Every muscle in his jaw flexes, and the longer I watch him, the more I wonder if the wheel will give before he does. The SUV’s engine roars as we speed through the Vegas streets. Adrenaline courses through my veins, my heart pounding as we get closer. It’s easy to see that even though Millie isn’t technically a club member, she means a lot to these people, and they’ll do anything they need to do to protect her.
I glance out my window at Sin, who is riding his Harley just ahead, behind Deek, who is leading the convoy. He appears completely at ease, as if the possibility of a confrontation doesn’t faze him at all. Somehow, Sin’s arrogance suits him. I guess that’s why he is the president and why Will is still a prospect.
Chalk and cheese.
Sin is heading into this fight like he’s already won, and Will is losing his shit before we’ve even arrived. It’s interesting to watch from an outsider’s perspective.
“C’mon!Why the fuck are they riding so fucking slow?” Will grumbles under his breath, slamming his hand on the steering wheel in frustration.
Widening my eyes, I exhale and reach out, resting my hand on his forearm for comfort. “I’ve only been at the club a couple ofdays, Will. But from what I’ve studied about your president, I see that he clearly does things for a reason.”
