Sharp.
Angry.
The kind of yelling that makes every man in the room sit up and take notice.
I pause mid-sentence, pen hovering over the map spread across my desk, the ink smudging slightly as my focus shifts.
Diesel glances toward the door, his brow furrowing.
Riot, leaning back in his chair, snorts. “Sounds like someone’s getting their feelings hurt.”
That’s when another shout echoes down the hallway—louder this time, more intense.
I lean back in my chair slowly, feeling the tension coil in my gut.
“Ghost,” I say, my voice low and steady.
He’s already on his feet, adrenaline kicking in.
“Diesel. Riot.”
They all turn to look at me, their expressions shifting from casual to serious.
“Go handle it.”
Diesel cracks his knuckles, a familiar look of determination crossing his face as he heads for the door. “On it.”
Ghost follows him out, Riot trailing behind, and I’m left staring at the map.
We’ve got three possible routes for the next shipment, and I want this shit finalized tonight.
But the yelling is only getting louder, more chaotic.
Then I hear Diesel’s voice, booming and authoritative. “Knock it the fuck off!”
That’s when I stand.
Because Diesel doesn’t raise his voice unless something real is happening.
I shove my chair back and head for the door, my heart pounding in sync with the escalating tension.
The moment I step into the main room, the scene hits me like a brick wall.
Ghost and Diesel are holding someone back—a big bastard in a cut from our sister chapter. I recognize him instantly.
Road name: Grinder.
He’s drunk off his ass, swaying slightly as he tries to break free from their grip.
Meanwhile, Riot stands behind Emma, arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her secure.
My chest goes cold as I take in the sight.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” I demand, my voice cutting through the noise like a knife.
The room goes dead quiet, all eyes snapping to me.
Emma turns her head, and a smile breaks across her face—sweet and disarming—like she’s not standing in the middle of a goddamn bar fight.
