Evelyn's dream of securing a scholarship to America's top ballet school shattered when her mother was brutally murdered during her teenage years. Determined to make a difference, she became a detective, ready to take on the world. Assigned to invest...
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Jeremiah stood behind the bar, pouring drinks while the bikers partied hard with the Sirens. Music pounded through the speakers, bass thudding in his chest, the air thick with the mingled scents of sweat, leather, perfume and strong liquor. The energy in the room was electric, sparking between bodies grinding on the dance floor and laughter spilling from dark corners. But all Jeremiah wanted was to escape upstairs to his room and drown his thoughts in sleep. Ever since he'd laid eyes on that gorgeous detective, she'd taken up far too much space in his head. He'd thought he'd purged her from his system yesterday when one of the Sirens had given him a sweaty, breathless distraction behind closed doors.
"What's wrong, J?" Wyatt's voice cut through his thoughts. Jeremiah glanced up, a little startled to find his friend watching him with that knowing half-smile.
"He's probably thinking about that hot detective," Jax drawled, swaggering up to the bar and sliding his empty tumbler forward. His smirk was pure provocation. Jeremiah didn't answer, just poured the whisky, but Jax's sharp eyes caught the truth in his silence. The president's grin faded into something more measured as he leaned closer, voice low enough to be heard over the music.
"Be careful with that one, Jeremiah. Seriously. We don't need trouble, and that woman wears trouble like a badge on her chest." Jax took the glass from him with a nod. The warning sat in Jeremiah's gut like a stone. Irritation pricked at him, not just at Jax's words, but at the fact he couldn't seem to shake this woman from his mind.
"So... girl trouble," Wyatt teased, lifting his drink and leaning on one elbow against the bar. Jeremiah shot him a side-eye and sighed.
"Not really. She's stunning, sure. But I'm not about to start flirting with a police officer like Zeus does. She'd probably burn me alive if I tried." He said it lightly, but the image of her fiery gaze made his skin prickle with want. Wyatt's mouth curled into a wicked grin.
"Find yourself a hot Siren and get it out of your system." He pushed off the bar and prowled towards a woman on the dance floor, eyes locked on her like prey. Jeremiah watched as his friend whispered in her ear before the two of them began to move together, bodies pressed close, all heat and rhythm. Jeremiah let out a faint chuckle and returned to his work, pouring drinks, wiping down the bar, letting the mechanical routine occupy his hands while his thoughts kept wandering.
"What's up, J? Could you make me a martini?" Vic's voice broke the spell. She slid onto one of the high bar stools, crossing her long legs and tossing her hair over her shoulder with casual confidence. Jeremiah's mouth curved into a faint smile as he met the gaze of the Sirens' leader. She'd become a fixture in his circle ever since Athena had stormed in and stolen Gunner's heart.
"Coming right up, cupcake," he said with a deliberate smirk, knowing full well it would wind up his friend. Vic rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement.
