Chapter 1

Liam’s POV.

I pulled up to Logan’s compound and buzzed the gate. The place looked the same as always — bikes everywhere, chain link fence, that rough vibe.

Logan stepped out onto the porch in his leather vest, arms crossed over his thick chest, tattoos running up his neck and down his forearms like they owned him.

He watched me park and get out with my bag, his eyes moving slowly over my face and down my body before coming back up.

“About time,” he said, voice deep and gravelly like it always was.

“Your dad said you needed a place to crash for a few days. Your...