Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Xena’s POV

I unlocked the shop door, flipped on the lights, and set my things down. I picked up the journal I’d found–nothing too explosive inside, but definitely enough to blackmail her. As I was making copies, the bell above the door jingled. Someone had walked in.

“Hello? We’re not open yet!” I called out, a sudden uneasiness creeping up my spine. No

response, but I could feel the presence of someone in the shop. My instincts screamed

danger, and my body tensed.

Logan, get the guys and come to my shop. Something’s wrong, I sent through our mental

link.

What’s happening? he asked.

I kept the connection open but didn’t answer. “Can I help you with something?” I asked

firmly, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

Three men stood in my shop. Everything about them radiated authority and danger. Not the kind of danger Ryder exuded–these guys looked genuinely terrifying, like men who would hurt you just because they could. Man buns, tattoos covering their necks and faces, piercings everywhere… My instincts screamed at me to keep my distance. I was no match for these three giants. They were all over 6’5“, with powerful builds. Not bodybuilder muscles, but that didn’t make them any less intimidating.

“We heard this is the place to go for the best motorcycle customization in town,” one of them said, his voice sending ice through my veins.

“I’m afraid I don’t know your name,” I said, straightening my back despite the sweat

breaking out on my palms.

“Forgive my rudeness, beautiful. I’m Tatum. This is Vance and Silas. Perhaps you’ve heard

of us?”

Oh fuck, you’ve got to be kidding me, Logan cursed in my mind. I’m coming right now!

“Sorry, can’t say that I have,” I replied, my tone sharp.

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Something flickered in his eyes before he smiled. “Let me introduce myself properly, Ms. Harris. I’m Tatum Maddox of the Darkthorn Pack. This is my future Beta,” Vance nodded, “and my Gamma,” Silas inclined his head.

Holy shit, I thought to myself. These guys were bad news.

“I’m guessing you’re here to discuss motorcycle customization?” I skipped the pleasantries, hoping to get this confrontation over with as quickly as possible.

“Don’t be in such a rush! I wouldn’t want there to be any misunderstandings about your hospitality. My father, Alpha Wiley, would very much appreciate the courtesy from Alpha Hank’s daughter.”

Vance and Silas exchanged smiles, shifting their stance. My throat tightened, but I forced myself to remain calm.