yn

ed open violently. Brandon stormed in, his face flushed wi

He paced the floor, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. Catching my

tempting to sound reasonable. "But you have to understand the bigger picture here. Ivey's f

my knuckles turned white. A year ago, I would have thrown a right hook that wou

lutely nothing to you?" I ask

y twisting my words, and you know it. As the lady of this house, you need to be mor

brotherhood of patched members who would burn this house to the ground on my single order. The sheer audacity of his words

don," I said flatly, turnin

n immediately pressed his advantage. A sm

other have already met Ivey. They adore her. She really is a sweet girl, Karyn. She's just here to

re all sucking my blood while welcoming his mistress with open arms, tre

is gaze in the mirror. "Does assisting with your work require her

How can you even conflate the two?" he snapped, his voice rising in defensive anger.

married me for my money, using my wealth as a stepping stone to build his illusion of grandeur. And now that he

guing with a man so deeply entrenched

voice as cold and dead a

r than to push his luck. "Get some rest. We'll talk more tomorrow," he said. His heavy

hread of responsibility I felt for him. In my wo

d burner phone from the back of the drawer. This was

s treasurer and my most ruthless enforcer behin

nd calm, but she could always hear the uns

a green and pleasant lie. "Yes," I said, my tone absolute

xactly what that meant. I was freezing every f

counts," I instructed. "I wan

line. "Give me thirty minutes," Brianna said.

et and pulled out a black canvas duffel bag.

ith his "perfect wife," I reached into the hidden depths of the closet. I p

pulled out my cut-my club vest, the patches on t

lawyer's wife. I was a woman who breathed high-octane fuel

nd Ivey laughing and the clink of wine glasses d

g and shoved it under

black phone vibrated. An e

en's glow illuminating my blank face. I s

nce family's holdings were worthless, drowning

ptons parties, the country club memberships-had been funded by bleeding my trust f

uching my lips. They really thought they could k

dded a note: Prez, if we sever the fuel l

single wor

u