In my world, there’s no such thing as a safe haven.
I wasn’t always like this.
I used to be a good guy – well, a better guy, at least.
But things change.
After my fiancé died, I put the nice parts of me away.
I traded in the good knight’s shining armor for a leather jacket, black as sin.
And I swore to myself I’d never try to save a girl again.
Years later, I haven’t looked back.
I just accepted the presidency of the Renegade Saints MC.
It ain’t exactly an easy gig, and some might say my life expectancy just got a fair bit shorter.
But I like this living thing. I intend to stick around.
That means I need to keep my head in the game.
At first, I do just that.
But then comes Victoria, daughter of the former president, with bruises on her wrists and an abusive boyfriend hot on her trail.
Nothing gets my blood boiling like a man who lays his hands on a woman.
Those old, dormant instincts flare up, and before I know it, I’m saying things I never expected to say again.
“I’ll take care of you.”
“You’re safe here.”
And, craziest of all…
I brought her into my world to protect her.
But as things get bloodier, it looks like I might’ve done just the opposite.
I might have damned us both.