Amy - I know his type. The leather cut, the swirling ink over hard muscles, the swagger in his step and smolder in his eyes that sends heat zinging through my core. I swore I was done with bad boys and danger junkies. The last time I loved a member of the Great Wolves M.C., I was left bruised and shattered. If he ever finds out I've so much as looked at another guy, he'll kill us both. I want to believe Colt’s not like the others. But I’m nobody’s fool and I won’t be anyone’s victim again. Even though Colt’s lips taste like heaven, loving him can only bring me back down to hell.
Colt- Everything they said about me when they ran me out of town was true. Black sheep doesn’t even begin to cover it. Mayhem follows me wherever I go and I’ve got nowhere left to ride. Even so, I shoulda kept on going. But then I saw Amy. She’s too good, too pure for me and I damn well know it. But those lips, those curves, that little gasp she makes when I run my hands along her hips. When she looks at me, I know it brings back pain she wants to forget. But not everyone who wears this cut is the same. I won’t let her get away without a fight and I'll kill any man who tries to hurt her again. No matter what patch he wears.
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