Dempsey was in failing her. Once again, it’d done just that, but this time, she
wasn’t about to accept that nothing could be done. This time, she went to a
source outside the law for help. She’s gone to the Sacred Hearts MC, a club whose
reputation for bloodshed and violence precedes them. It’s a gamble she’s
willing to take; desperate times call for desperate measures and she’s never
been more desperate than she is right now.
Zeb joined the Sacred Hearts by way of a second chance when he thought he had
none. He’s determined to do right by his club and himself by changing his ways.
So, when Dragon, his president, asks him for help, he doesn’t hesitate. He’s
more than happy to give the pretty little stripper with the scarred up face a second
chance of her own. The way he sees it, a survivor like her has more than earned
Neither Tiff nor Zeb expected that this protective detail would be anything
other than a strictly business-like arrangement, but the two find quickly that
they complement each other in just about every way. Maybe, just maybe, it’s
what Dragon had planned. After all, the president of the SHMC is sort of crafty
adrenaline was spiking and I was already moving.
front. I’m okay for now,” I told Nik. Despite Alan trying to keep me calm, my
heart was pounding. I almost didn’t register what Nik said.
was already gone.
the door to Alan’s office closed and turned the lock. I figured it was his
office and he had the key. The space was small, and a bank of windows
overlooked the floor below. It was all right, though. They were mirrors on the
outside and you could only see inside at very specific angles. If I sat at the
desk in front of the windows and ducked down a bit behind the monitors, I would
be invisible so that’s precisely what I did. I sat at Alan’s desk, heart
pounding, stomach curdling, and kept bouncing my gaze back and forth between
the cameras on the monitors and out the window at the floor below.
in his classic ‘calm the fuck down, I’m trying to explain something to you’
pose. Alan stood back, beside the bar, his cell phone pressed to his ear,
nodding and speaking occasionally into it.
camera’s range swung on Zeke, in a flash, out of nowhere, and Zeke went
crashing to the ground out like a light. Silas strode forward into the camera’s
view and then, through the front door, larger than life and screaming at the
top of his lungs. Dancers stopped, patrons stood up, and Alan walked calmly
office up here was so well insulated and soundproofed only the dullest thumping
of the music’s bass beat made it through. I swallowed hard as Silas stopped
just outside Alan’s reach and Alan waved him forward with a broad sweep of his
Silas on a tour, either to get him out or to buy time for whoever he had been
on the phone with to get here. I knew Nik would make it. I knew he would be
here, I just didn’t know when, and with how fast and how hard Silas had knocked
Zeke out? I didn’t know if I wanted Nik to square off with him.
glancing back to Zeke who was sitting up now and rubbing his jaw. My chest
loosened with a bit of relief at that and I still couldn’t believe that Silas
had gotten the drop on him like that. Zeke was good at his job and I’d seen him
handle himself in more than a few fights before.
to make out. I looked at the screen and realized Alan had dialed me.
ducking into his bathroom up here. I stepped into the shower and pulled the
curtain, holding the phone to my chest as I heard the door being messed with
to silence the ringer just in case.
“We have no dancer by that name at this club. Now, as I told you downstairs,
the police have been notified about you striking my bouncer. You can clearly
see there is no one up here, so please leave.”
wall and the fear swarmed over my skin, sweat standing out along my spine under
the short, light silk robe Alan had gifted me after my first year here. He did
things like that on all of the girls’ anniversaries.
Her night off or something?”
burning this place to the fucking ground with you in it.”
tracking down my face. All he’d needed to do to find me had been to pull back
the curtain. He just hadn’t thought to do it. Dumb luck on my part? Who knew?
All I did know was that he was going or gone and I found myself choking on a
silent scream that I would not let out from behind my teeth.
sweat slick against my palms where I clutched my phone with both of them over
my heart, like it would protect me or something. The blood rushed in my ears
and when the curtain jerked back I screamed and cringed but it was Zeke that
knelt down, a purple knot swelling on his jawline. He put his hands on mine and
said, “Easy, Tiff! Easy it’s just me.”
Zeke jumped and turned but immediately relaxed and got out of the way of our
boss who knelt down in front of me.
great.” He patted my cheek, the side without the mask, and he looked sorry.
bringing herself and her thirteen month old son home to his father. It was her
last ditch effort to make a better life for her and her boy. One in which Noah
had a father to look up to and guide him. While she knew Grinder wasn’t perfect,
she believed in him, and love always found a way, right?Melody never thought her dreams for herself and her son could twist into such
nightmares, and that it was so true, the old adage, that the road to hell is
paved with good intentions. She’s about to find out that another adage is true,
that sometimes it’s better the devil you know, when instead of finding Grinder,
it’s his cold and critical brother Archer at the end of her long drive that she
must contend with.
With no other options, and no place else to go, Melody is about to make a deal
with this devil that she can’t refuse. Who knew it could, quite possibly, be
the best decision she’s ever made?
Is Hayley the woman for them? A match for Blue sure, but strong enough to withstand the bizarre tempest of Cell’s personality? The two MC brothers have set their sights on the waitress and have been patiently feeling her out. Now it’s time to take the next step and see if she’s indeed able to date the both of them.
She’ll either bring balance to the boys, or Cell’s pull will knock them all off balance and send them crashing, burning them all out before anything can even fully ignite.
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