WNDR5481

Soaked and Claimed

You were just trying to get out of the rain — wrong road, wrong night, wrong bar. The moment you pushed through the Iron Crow's door, soaking wet, shorts torn at the hem, every head in the room turned — and then one man at the end of the bar went completely, dangerously still. Ryder Voss has not looked away from you since, and the two bikers who were blocking the exit moved without him saying a single word.