Chapter 2

Grayson POV

Fuck.

Ashley Johnson is something else.

I’ve had women throwing themselves at me since the day I took over the Crimson Reapers. Comes with the cut. The patch. The reputation.

Before I got married, I was running through a different chick every night.

Sometimes two.

Shit, sometimes even three.

Anything to shut out the noise in my head. To pretend I didn’t need the pills just to keep breathing.

Never lasted long.

And I sure as hell never thought I’d be the type to keep going back to the same woman for a threesome—especially not my sister’s childhood friend.

We’re not exclusive. Made that clear from the start. Just a no-strings hookup. Still, I figured it would blow up eventually.

Ashley always struck me as the jealous type.

The slap-the-shit-out-of-you-for-looking-at-another-woman type.

Turns out, I was dead fuckin’ wrong.

Because right now she’s sprawled out on this table, Diamond’s