Not because he’s wrong, but because I hate being told what to do by men who think size and certainty equals authority. I’ve had enough of that to last a lifetime.
Then I remember the look in the wolf leader’s eyes.
I remember Ava’s voice on the phone, gentle but firm, telling me to let the Saints handle it.
I swallow and force myself to ask the question I should have asked first.
“Where are we going?”
Saint’s eyes hold mine. He doesn’t reach for me. Doesn’t crowd my space.
“To a safe house. Close enough to move fast, far enough they won’t stumble onto it.”
I hesitate. “What about my sister?”
“We’ll tell her you’re safe,” he says. “Ghost is already handling the fallout.”
The calm in his voice feels like something heavier than reassurance.
“You’ve got my word, Nadia,” he says. “No one’s going to hurt you on my watch.”
He says it like a vow.
And suddenly I’m not just afraid of the wolves.
I’m afraid of what happens if I starttrustinghim.
Chapter 2
Saint
Iwasoutonclub business when my phone buzzed through my vest.
I cursed and took the next pull-off. Engine off. Call answered.
“Saint,” Ghost said.
“What.”
“Wolves are circling the highway.”
My jaw locked.
“And Nadia Holland is on the road,” he added. “She’s a risk just by being alone out there. If they figure out who she is to us, it gets worse.”
I swung back onto the bike without another word.
Nadia was Ava’s sister. Ava was Viper’s woman. Family.
Which made Nadia family too.
Havoc, our prez, preferred strategy over spectacle. We picked our battles. We hit hard when it mattered.
This mattered.
So I went looking for trouble before it found her.
And when I found her, it wasn’t the Wolves that surprised me.
