Jolie POV

Mara's workshop is chaos organized into submission. Leather samples hang from every available surface, sorted by color and texture. Sketches cover the walls—designs for jackets, pants, boots, everything a biker could want. In the center, three mannequins wear partially finished pieces, pins marking where adjustments need to be made.

"Sit." Mara points to a stool. "Let me get measurements."

I sit while she pulls out a measuring tape. Ryder leans against the doorframe, watching with ...