He represented everything I couldn’t stand.
He stood for all the things I had tried for years to get my father away from.
And there he was, trying to drag us back into their world.
Well, I wasn’t having it…
The only problem was that I couldn’t keep my eyes off his tatted arms…
Or his perfect body.
Shooter had awakened my soul…
And the feeling wasn’t going away.
No matter how dangerous it became.
I had been running from something, something horrible.
My club sent me to her…
I wasn’t looking for anything, especially, not something real.
But the minute I saw Bella, I wanted to taste every drop of her.
The only problem was having her was the most dangerous game of all…
And I was playing to win.