6
Giada
Logan’s Viper brother Adrian, aka Devil, waited in the foyer when we arrived, a computer bag over his shoulder. He was handsome as a devil, too, all clean-shaven with brown bedroom eyes and lashes to kill for.
His quick once over down my body and back up brought a growl to Logan’s chest, and I bit back a smirk.
“Like that, is it?” Devil asked, not bothering to hide his amusement while meeting Logan’s stare.
“Yep.”
“Gotcha, brother.” Devil didn’t spare me another glance, but started in on computer lingo, security cameras, and stuff I had no interest in.
A shiver licked over my skin as every motorcycle g**g romance I’d ever read with similar happenings over a woman and a patched member’s response trickled through my head.
Unspoken claiming?
Holy s**t, yes, and then some plea
