Invisibility has been her only armor since a courtroom childhood put her face on national news, so she spent three years pouring drinks at Bottle Grounds and asking no questions.
That quiet life ends when the Metal Reapers buy the bar, and club president Deacon studies her the way he studies anything he means to keep.
Dallas hides a dangerous switch behind an easy grin, while Gauge, a mountain of inked muscle, has almost run out of skin for his sins.
They never asked permission to take the bar—or her—and she still lets all three of them teach her what belonging feels like.
Someone who knows exactly who she used to be has been watching, ready to burn everything the Reapers built to settle a private score.
Turning their bartender into a queen may be the last mistake that rival ever makes.
