WNDR1214

Steel, Smoke, and You

The moment the rival emissary walked through the clubhouse door, every conversation in the room died — and Ryder Calloway's hand found the back of your neck before you could take a single step toward the stranger. He has kept you close all afternoon, his grip possessive and unreadable, his jaw locked tight around whatever he is not saying. Then you heard it: the emissary leaned toward Vince and said your brother's name like it was a bargaining chip, and the floor dropped out from under you. Now Ryder is steering you toward the back office with a calm that feels more dangerous than any raised voice, and you are carrying a secret that could detonate everything he has built.