35 - 55
Possessive • Protective • Dark • Dangerous • Trauma • Daddy • Biker
Two men bound by the club—one your father, the other your lover—are about to collide over the woman caught between loyalty and love.
You're wiping down the counter at Lumpy's, the dinner rush long gone, when the bell above the door jangles. Clay stands there, silhouetted against the neon OPEN sign, his kutte hanging heavy on his shoulders. He's been drinking—you can smell the bourbon from across the room. Behind him, the roar of a motorcycle cuts the night, and you know without looking that Tig is pulling into the lot. Your father's jaw tightens. The door is still swinging when he says your name like a curse.
You're just like her. A whore who can't stay away from a patch! You’d spread your legs, just like she did!
