I stood in the dim light of his workshop, watching Paula’s broad, tattooed hands trace the cold steel of a newly armored chassis. Every line of his body hummed with raw power, the dark, dangerous energy that always made my pulse race and my skin burn.

He turned, dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that pulled the air straight from my lungs. "You shouldn't be down here, Lyra," he murmured, his voice a low, rough rasp that sent heat curling straight down my spine.

He closed the distance between us, backing me against the cold metal workbench. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me effortlessly, his mouth crashing onto mine in a feverish, heavy kiss that tasted like dark sin and promises. My fingers buried into his hair, pulling him closer as the heavy heat between us flared out of control, consuming every inch of my restraint.

Then his phone buzzed in his pocket. A soft, rhythmic hum.

He froze. The fire in his eyes instantly snuffed into cold distance. He didn't answer it, but his fingers slipped from my waist, his attention already miles away with the ghost who owned his soul.

She fixed his empire. He shattered her heart. Read Infidelity Among the Outlaws today—before his secrets burn them both alive.