Standing in the common room of the Emerald Isle MC clubhouse in nothing but my jeans and a bra, surrounded by the brothers, makes my heart beat so hard I'm worried it's going to come out of my chest. There's no way to hide the rise and fall with each stuttered breath.
I trust Bradan without a second thought; I do. And I know he trusts all these men, so much so he's literally putting my life in their hands, and I don't understand it. I can't trust it myself. I know what Antonio is capable of, what he's done to those who've crossed him in Atlanta. If these men knew those things . . . they wouldn't be so quick to agree to this.
"Get out of your head and slow you're breathing down, hon," Timber says, taping a small wireless microphone to the center of my chest. "Not a single man in th
