Chapter 4

Maya's room at the clubhouse was surprisingly nice—clean, with a private bathroom and a lock on the door. Devil had made that point very clear: she controlled who came in, and anyone who violated that rule would answer to him personally.

The club meeting had been an exercise in intimidation. Thirty men in leather, all watching her with suspicion or curiosity or something darker. Devil had introduced her simply: "This is Maya. She's mine. That's all you need to know."

No one questioned him.

Now, three days into her new life, Maya was starting to understand the rhythm of the…