Dante
I watched her walk inside, her hair catching the breeze as she tossed one last glance over her shoulder—right at him.
That bastard.
I stepped outside, my boots crunching the gravel beneath me as I approached the polished black car parked across the lot. Asher Cain leaned against the hood like he belonged there, arms crossed, grin cocky as hell.
His eyes met mine as I neared, and that smile only widened.
“Didn’t think the mighty biker boss would leave his throne just to see me off,” he said casually.
I didn’t speak at first. I just stood there, jaw tight, fists clenched at my sides. The man was human—plain as day—but something about him set off every one of my instincts. The way he walked, the way he smiled, even the way he looked at Shirley.
Too smooth. Too controlled.
Too da
