“HE DOES not get to walk in here like he belongs.”
Ronan’s voice cracked through the main room of the compound like a whip.
The Christmas decorations still hung cheerfully from the rafters, red and gold ribbons twisting around iron beams, a crooked star glowing above the tall tree in the corner. The smell of pine and coffee lingered in the air. Outside, snow fell in soft, lazy sheets.
Inside, the mood was anything but peaceful.
Lily sat at the long wooden table with her hands folded tightly in front of her, trying not to look as anxious as she felt. Around her, the core members of the Dreadnoughts MC filled the room with heavy boots, low voices, and coiled tension.
Jeremiah stood just behind her chair, one hand resting casually on the back of it, his presence a warm wall at her should
