Chapter 6

The next night brought a different kind of hell.

The Dark Night Wolves' compound buzzed with energy, the main hall transformed into a raucous celebration. Bottles clinked, music blared, and laughter echoed off the walls—harsh, guttural sounds that made my skin crawl. They were celebrating a successful drug run, Jax had informed me with cold indifference as he'd shoved me toward the bar to help serve.

"Keep the drinks flowing," he'd ordered. "And stay out of trouble."

Now I stood behind the bar, my fingers raw from opening bottles and my body aching from the constant jostling of customers. The…