There was something about those white fishnets and Chuck Taylors. I had to have her on my bike.
She was a runaway bride. I should have rolled by and left her to handle her own mess. But from her stormy eyes to her grass-stained wedding dress, everything about Jules got my attention and pulled me in. I stole a kiss from her before I even knew her last name. Jules had my heart with every touch. But a rival club had her locked into a future that would keep her prisoner. To be with Jules, I would have to take down a murderous enemy. Sacrificing my body was nothing. I’d already given Jules my soul.
I wasn’t going to sacrifice my freedom or my life for my Daddy’s evil group of bastard bikers.
I wore a dress I didn’t pick out, stood in a church I’d never seen, to marry a man I didn’t love. Hell, I didn’t even like him. But I was a daughter of the Devil’s Hawks. I was the princess in a violent fairy tale. So I ran. I ran straight into Ryder’s arms and knew he was the one. I loved Ryder, not the groom Daddy forced on me. If Daddy found out, he’d kill everything I loved. So I ran again. This time away from Ryder and into a trap I couldn’t escape. Now the man I love hates me, and the man who raised me has thrown away the key.