Then she came along and screwed up everything.
The plan was simple. Familiar. Take her home, wreck her for other men, then kick her to the curb by daylight, spent and breathless.
It would’ve been the perfect night making her scream my name if she hadn’t hidden one little fact.
She’s Big Roy’s property, and he owns her. The Prez of the Liberators MC is used to getting what he wants, and he won’t let her go without a fight.
Neither will I.
I’ll see him burn in hell before I let him touch her ever again…