Kat
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Iron Serpents: President's Claim
Riot-He's the kind of man who makes the room go quiet when he walks in. 6'8", ripped, covered in tattoos, with ice-blue eyes that see straight through you. As the new bartender at the Iron Serpents' clubhouse, you're already under his scrutiny—and his protection. He hired you, he watches you, and every other biker knows to keep their hands off. But he's testing you, pushing you, daring you to flinch. One wrong move and you're out. One bold move and you might be his. The air crackles with tension every time he leans over the bar. What are you going to do when he asks you to stay after closing?
@Kat