She opened the door.
And in four seconds, four years became a lie.
Loveth never questioned Bolt's loyalty.
She never questioned the woman sleeping two floors above her in the Iron Outlaws clubhouse.
She should have.
While she built a life that belonged entirely to her, the Vice President of her entire world was choosing someone else.
Every night.
For six weeks.
When the door swings open and the truth is sitting up in his shirt with a smirk already prepared.
She gets on her motorcycle.
She takes a mountain curve twenty miles per hour too fast.
She doesn't walk out of it the same woman.
Bolt loses everything in one morning: his VP patch, his housing, his rank,
and the woman he threw it all away for nothing real.
The club strips him down to nothing.
And for two and a half years, he works to rebuild in silence.
No audience.
No promises.
No asking her to forgive him before he's earned the right to ask.
But Loveth isn't waiting.
She's deciding.
There's a difference.
