Biker b****? Not this chick.
I can’t stand my father and his group of criminals,
and what better way to get back at my father, the President,
than to sleep with one of them?
Poor little Prospect, he never saw me coming.
When my safety is jeopardized yet again by the MC,
it’s not the Prospect to my rescue,
it’s a Nomad bound for hell and my heart.
Daydream, or was it more like a Nightmare?
He was a biker, a Nomad at that.
They're the worst type of outlaws to fall for.
He called me his daydream and I fell.
I promised I wouldn't f×ck him, but I lied and then left.
I had to, he didn't want kids and I was carrying his child.
Now, I have to go back and can't help but wonder...
will he kill me for keeping his son a secret?
One's a Sinner, the other a Saint...but can you guess which one?
One of them will carve you up the second you turn your back, the other will fxck with your mind.
One has a kind heart, while the other has no soul.
One of them meets Baby, thinking he can keep her for himself, but one of them...isn't ready to share.
One loves her, while the other loves him...who will win in the end?
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She was just a job.
I needed to get in and uncover the Iron Fists’ next move. They’d hit the Oath Keepers enough in the past, and being the newest member, it was up to me to get close. Had I known I’d be getting close to Chevelle, maybe I could’ve prepared myself. I went in seeking revenge and came out wanting to protect one thing—her.
Running The Pit was my life.
I needed nothing and no one except my cars and a heart-thumping race. Gear head, Pit Master, alpha bitch, take your pick on what you’d rather call me. However, make note of one thing: I take shit from no one. Not even a broody, bossy, gorgeous biker aiming for my race spot and heart.
Once a Widow Maker but now an Oath Keeper, I’ve made this club my life. It’s taken years to earn my cut and the respect of my MC brothers. I’m the youngest in club history to ever wear this patch—the newest Vice President joining in the ranks under one of the most notorious bikers alive. As the President, my blood brother has set the standard for loyalty and violence far out of my reach. However, the mighty must fall at some point, no matter how resilient they may seem. When shit hits the fan, it’s up to me to keep the club going strong. Cherry may be a newfound obstacle that I never saw coming, but it doesn’t matter. She can’t matter, at least not to me.
She’s only a club whore after all...and whores are never claimed, especially not by the VP.
Heathen – (informal use) An unenlightened person; a person regarded as lacking culture or moral principles.
Welcome to the Oath Keepers MC, where we say f*ck what you think. Unless you’re Blaze and a feisty principal, then all bets are off.
With her nose stuck in the air, Doctor Amelia Stone thinks she has Blaze’s character pegged. He’s a heathen after all, not someone she’d ever think twice about. Unbeknownst to the overconfident principal, Blaze isn’t one of the weak beta males Amelia’s used to intimidating.
This is one biker who won’t back down.