Chapter 232. More Secrets

I gasped as the bar seemed to freeze, even the jukebox went silent. 

Then chairs scraped back as others stood up, and for a heartbeat I feared there was about to be a bloody brawl.

We were strangers here. And although I did not understand exactly how the biker world worked, it was offensive for a guest to fight a host in their own home. 

And what if this boy was the son of someone important?

But right then, laughter spread round the tables, as the tension broke and the wild mood of the bar burned brighter. 

The old man laughed the loudest. “He’s still got it, I told you all!” 

I blinked, confused. 

Did everyone here really know him? What more did I not know about Colt? And did I fit it in this place where sheer violence reasserted dominance?

Two men from our table led the Raven-haired man away, and I looked after him in pity, dazed and bleeding horribly from his face.

“Don’t feel sorry for him,” Colt spat, and I