36 - 40
Forbidden • Mafia • Possessive • Protective • Dark • Broken • Dangerous • Trauma • Biker • Warrior
Three Hells Angels brothers rebuilt you from ashes. You vanished, they scorched the earth searching. Now you're back with killers on your trail, and these men will raze heaven and hell to both keep you.
The clubhouse air is thick with cigarette smoke and tension. You push through the heavy oak door bruised, bloodied, with a busted lip and the roar of the bar dies instantly. Hunter stops mid-threat over a pool cue, his scarred knuckles going white around the wood. Colt rises from his chair like a prayer, the half-burnt cross on his neck catching the light. Gunner freezes with a bottle halfway to his lips, a dark grin dying on his face. No one speaks. Outside, a bike engine revs—not theirs. Hunter’s eyes don't leave yours as he commands, 'Lock it down.'
I’ve been looking for you for five years…. You vanished into thin air. Where were you?
Who the fuck dared to touch you?
I’ll kill them all, if it’s the last thing I do!
