I spent years running from my past. Then, when my past comes knocking in the form of dark, delicious sin, I find myself caught up in a man I shouldn’t. My son's uncle. A dangerous biker. Not to mention, an overbearing Alpha male.
Hunter is everything I need to escape from, yet I find myself wanting to stay. I know I shouldn't let myself or my son care for him, but I can't help wondering if maybe he's the one who can finally save me from my past.
The plan was simple. Find my nephew, bring him home, and raise him in the Black Angels like my brother would have wanted. But things never go as planned, like my nephew’s mother. My brother’s one-night stand.
Mallory is spicy and sweet; one second she is mouthing off to me, and the next, she is moaning my name. The longer I’m with her, the harder she is to ignore. But she is hiding something while desperate to escape me, though I have her in my grasp. I will find out what she is hiding, and when I do, she will have nowhere left to run.
Three years, we’d been playing our little game. Pretending I was too quick to be caught and he was too slow to catch me. Pretending the tension between us wasn’t there. Pretending I wasn’t interested. He was a stubborn, misogynistic bastard.
And he fit me perfectly.
The only problem was that a man like Wolf wanted everything. Everything I didn’t want to give. We both had our past—pasts we weren’t ready to face, commitments we weren’t ready to make.
But we didn’t get to make that decision, because our pasts were alive, and when they came for us, I found that there was only one thing left for me to do.
It was time for me to face the wolf.
From the second she strutted into my club, put a knife to my balls, and demanded I make her my lawyer, she got more than just a job. She got my balls handed to her on a silver platter. Because I knew I had to have her.
But shadows hung between us, and whenever I took one step closer, she took one step back. She was my prey, but every time I had her in my claws, she slipped out just in time, and I pretended it wasn’t my mistake.
But I was done letting her escape. My past taught me to protect what’s mine, and when shadows surfaced, threatening to destroy not just my club and principles but everything between us, I knew the game was over.
She was mine.
And it was about time I showed her.
My name was Jax.
I was the Black Angels MC’s road Captain, cockiest fucker in the club, and hardest fucker of all the women in town. That was who I was. Who I had chosen to be.
So when the one woman I wished I would never see again turns up on my doorstep, begging for my help, I knew I was fucked.
Every part of my- our- past; who I once was, what I once loved, what I once was called; and the consequences of abandoning it all those years ago...there was nothing I could do but face it. Face her.
But no matter what had changed, was changing and would change, there was one thing that would never change.
I’d never forgive her.
I had known Jackson Creek the best.
He’d once been my guide. My role model. My first love. So I knew the moment I laid eyes on him.
This man was not the one I’d known.
Jax was cruel and harsh. He had chose a life on the edge of the law, and he embraced it. He had no fear in killing a man. No fear at those stronger and more powerful. No fear even in the face of the devil himself.
So turning up on his doorstep; begging for his help, begging to depend on him, and begging to give me hope; it was the last thing I should be doing. But I had a problem only he could fix.
Even if that meant facing the man who hated me the most.
The man I’d betrayed.