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I watch her rush toward the door, knowing I need to drive back to the clubhouse and tell Steel everything that just happened—and knowing that I won’t.

One moment. One lie.

I’m a smart man. But right now, I’m making a stupid decision for this girl.

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Luna

Las Vegas

Present Day

People are messy. Iplay the part for them, but it doesn’t mean I understand them. I’ve always been better with a computer screen between me and whoever I’m dealing with. Which is probably why I’m standing outside Ghost’s office door like a frozen, pathetic girl, dreading knocking on it.

This man makes me stupid.

Closing my eyes, I tip my head back and let outa breath.

A little over a year ago, when Ghost offered me a job with the Twisted Kings and I moved to Las Vegas with them, things seemed simpler than they are now.

I underestimated what it would be like working for the tall, tattooed man on the other side of the door. Because any friendliness he showed when we met stopped the moment we started working together.

Now, he acts like I’m more of a nuisance than anything.

Finally finding the courage to knock, I hold my breath and wait for him to invite me in. I close my eyes and pretend he doesn’t affect me when I clearly don’t affect him. Knowing the moment I step inside, he’ll make my insides spin around.

His gaze is trouble.

His tattoos are a path of temptation.

Everything about Ghost screams danger and emotional unavailability. So, of course, my reckless little heart chases after him.

“Come in.” His deep voice sends a shiver through my core.

I swing the door open, and I’m met with the familiar, comforting scent of soap and leather.

Ghost is sitting at his desk, but he doesn’t look up at me when I step inside. His fingers fly across the keys as he works, and he’s so tall, he dwarfs everything in the room in comparison. His eyes are steely cold and focused, and I wish he’d let me help him with whatever he’s struggling with instead of sending me on errands and tasking me with boring, simple things like replacing cameras and staring at surveillance footage.

He doesn’t trust me.

I might live in the clubhouse and work for the Twisted Kings, but it doesn’t make me one of them. They are careful who they let in on their secrets, which is why I’m always tasked with mind-numbing clean-up work and secretarial bullshit.

“You asked for this?” I hold up the flash drive, and Ghost glances up from his screen.

His chilling blue eyes meet mine, and it sends a shiver through my entire body.

“Is that the surveillance from Sapphire Rise?”

“No, it’s the footage from Kings Auto right before the fire started. I went back three days leading up to it, and there’s nothing useful.”

He frowns. “Did you double-check the camera at the main garage? Sometimes the footage is a little pixelated, so you have to refocus it.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I know what I’m doing, Ghost.” I roll my eyes. “So yes, I tried that and still… nothing. I can handle more complicated jobs than surveillance if you give me a chance.”

Ghost leans back in his chair, tapping his thumb on his keyboard. “I don’t need your help with anything else.”

“Of course not.” I breathe out an unamused chuckle and slap the flash drive down on the desk.

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