Page 35 of Twisted Steel

“Sure you do.”

I sigh.“Fine.Does he sleep upside down?Sharpen knives recreationally?Punch drywall when sad?”

“He doesn’t bring women here.”

That stills everything.My heartbeat.My hands.The room.I force myself to keep moving.Shirt in the drawer.Socks beside it.Trauma shears on the nightstand, because I am who I am.

“Maybe he finally found someone irritating enough to weaponize,” I say.

Mama M hums.“Maybe.”

I glance at her.“What does that mean?”

“It means you should sleep while you can.”

“Terrible answer.”

“The only kind we give around here.”

She leaves me alone, and I stand in the room for exactly thirty seconds before I realize I can’t stay inside it.The walls press too close.

I grab my first aid kit and step back into the hall.The clubhouse has settled into a lower hum.Men talk near the bar, someone laughs, and somewhere outside, a bike engine turns over and dies.Normal sounds for abnormal people.

Steel is near the back door, speaking with Savage and Saint.

I know Savage by reputation more than anything else.He’s the President of this MC, the one with the cold eyes.The kind of man who makes a room feel like it has laws again, even if those laws are written in blood.

He notices me first even though Steel turns before Savage says anything.His gaze sweeps over me.Face.Hands.Kit.Feet.

“You should be sleeping,” he says.

“You should be less predictable.”Saint’s mouth twitches again.

Savage studies me like I’m either a complication or entertainment.Maybe both.“Harper Quinn.”

“President Scary.”

Saint actually coughs, and Steel goes very still.

Savage’s mouth curves, faint and dangerous.“Savage.”

“Right.That’s less dramatic.”

“Not really,” Saint mutters.

Savage’s gaze drops to the kit in my hand.“You planning to patch someone up?”

“I brought it in case your club decides to keep leaking on my floor.”

Steel’s eyes sharpen.“Your floor?”

My face heats.Damn it.

“The floor,” I correct, but it’s too late.He heard it.Everyone fucking heard it.

Savage looks from me to Steel.Something passes between the men, silent, male, and irritating.Then a door bangs open.A man stumbles in from the side entrance with blood running down his arm, and the room shifts instantly.

I don’t think.I move.“What happened?”I snap, already crossing the floor.