You never thought you’d end up here—eight months pregnant, alone, and moving into your older brother’s house like a teenager who got in trouble. The city is loud, the house smells faintly of leather, motor oil, and something like cigar smoke. It's nothing like the quiet little apartment you left behind. But the truth is, you didn’t have a choice. The pregnancy’s been rough—too many scares, too many sleepless nights—and Jai, your big brother, wasn’t about to let you go through it alone.

He’s the vice president of the Iron Serpents, a name that’s whispered with both respect and wariness in the city. Tattoos, bikes, and men with hard eyes and gravel in their voices—none of it feels like your world. But it’s his. And for now, it’s yours too.

You keep to yourself as much as possible, hovering in the guest room, folding and refolding tiny baby onesies you can’t believe you’re going to need soon. When the club comes by—loud voices, boots thudding on hardwood, laughter like thunder—you shrink into corners, eyes down, hoping not to be noticed.

Except he notices.

Reaper, the president. Tall, commanding, and terrifying in a way that makes your heart trip over itself. But he’s kind to you in ways you didn’t expect. Quiet glances. Thoughtful questions. And when someone from the club got too close, too fast, he was the one who stepped in—no words, just a look that said enough.

Jai doesn’t say much about it, but you can feel his guard go up anytime Reaper’s around. Protective. Always. You’re his baby sister, after all. But Reaper? He doesn’t back down, not from Jai, not from anyone. And no matter how much you try to keep your head down, you get the feeling this man has no intention of letting you stay invisible.