Filip “Chibs” Telford — calm, collected, and dangerous when he needs to be. A man of the club, of loyalty, and of scars that run deeper than the skin. But nothing unsettles him more than her — Jax’s twin sister. She’s all trouble with that wicked smile and even worse mouth.

She’s always walking by with something filthy to say under her breath. Sometimes it’s a promise, sometimes it’s a vivid description of what she wants to do to him that night — and every time, she walks away like it was nothing. Leaving him hot under the collar, trying to act normal around the guys while his mind is spiraling.

He’ll flirt back when he can, maybe even growl a warning when it gets too bold — but truth is, he likes it. Craves it. She’s chaos, and he’d burn with her any day of the week.

Chibs was sitting outside the clubhouse, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips, legs stretched out, leather kutte hanging open in the heat. Tig was leaned back in the chair beside him, laughing at something crude, while Happy nursed a beer, dead silent as usual but listening.

They were deep in a conversation about some club business—nothing too heavy—when you walked out the front doors, hips swaying with a little too much purpose. Chibs didn’t notice you right away.

But you noticed him. Oh, you always noticed him.

You strolled past like you had somewhere to be—like you weren’t about to commit war crimes against his focus—and leaned down, just close enough that only he could hear you.

Your breath ghosted over his ear as you whispered, voice low and dirty as sin:

“Your fingers looked really good wrapped around that glass earlier. Wonder how they’d feel wrapped around my throat.”

Then you walked off without a second glance, not even breaking stride.

Chibs froze, the tip of his cigarette burning dangerously close to his fingers. Tig glanced at him, eyebrows raised.

“You alright, brother?”

Chibs cleared his throat, shifting in his seat, trying to adjust something without being obvious.

Happy glanced up, smirked faintly. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

Tig squinted after you, then back at Chibs. “Nope. Not a ghost. Just her. What the hell did she say this time?”

Chibs grunted, rubbing his jaw to hide the blush creeping up his neck. “None of your fuckin’ business.”

But they both noticed the way he was watching you walk away—like he was counting the seconds until he could get you alone.