Three years.
Three goddamn years and somehow she’s even more beautiful than I remembered. Seeing her tonight nearly knocked the breath out of me. The long blonde hair spilling out beneath her helmet. The way her thick thighs hugged that Triumph like she belonged on it. The confidence in the curve of her body while she rode beside me.
Christ.
Prison made me forget what softness looked like.
But Ophelia… she was never soft in a weak way. She’s all dangerous temptation wrapped in sunkissed skin and ocean eyes. Thick in every place a man could lose his fucking mind over.
I reach down and discreetly adjust my hardening cock.Jesus.I used to love burying my face in her neck just to breathe her in.
Coconut and sea salt.
Like summer—freedom.
Like everything good I was never meant to keep.
And now?
Now I want to ruin her for forgetting me.
Because she did forget me.
I know she did.
I watched her tonight. The way she glanced at me over and over while we lined up. She felt me staring. I know she did. But she never recognized me beneath the helmet. Never realized the boy she once loved and discarded had crawled out of hell and parked right beside her.
That realization burns hotter than prison rage. I’ve seen it on the inside too many times, especially with my cellmate, Jagger Holmes. They moved him right before I left because he needed more confinement to help him rehabilitate. I also saw it with Finn O’Patrick. That man is as lethal as it comes. The brother of Flynn O’Patrick the head of the Irish Army. He taught me a lot on the inside. He honestly was the only one I could trust in there, and that’s why I’m doing him this favor.
I grip the cigarette tighter between my fingers. She looked good with that crowd though… too good.
Stone, Asher, Spade, and Bianca… Justin’s twin sister.
It took everything in me not to approach her tonight. I’m just not ready for everyone to know I’m back.
But it seems the little honor-roll princess is running with a crew. Thank god it’s this one and not something worse.
Which means my little Firefly has secrets now.
That almost makes me smile.
But the strangest part of tonight wasn’t Ophelia. It was Jade fucking Rivers riding on the back of Spade’s bike.
That caught me off guard.
The Rivers family doesn’t associate with the cartel or many outsiders unless there’s money, violence, or power involved.Usually all three. Yet there Jade sat behind him like she belonged there. Arms around his waist.
Comfortable. Familiar.Interesting.
Very fucking interesting.
Because as far as I know, the Rodriguez cartel and the Devils Incarnate don’t exactly braid each other's hair and sing campfire songs.
So why the hell is the cartel’s enforcer tangled up with biker royalty? I guess that's a question for later.
Right now, I’ve got bigger things to focus on. Like the little note currently sitting on Ophelia’s bed.
A slow grin spreads across my face imagining her finding it as panic floods her pretty blue eyes.
