The biker's ex returns

as a mistake the second my battered Hond

ow I was back where it all began, with seventeen dollars

asting blood where I had bitten my lip too hard. My ribs screamed with every breath

he had said, his voice cold as

ad run.

ep. Mechanical. The kind t

own Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The

's Re

d turne

nd swung off in one fluid motion. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair touc

Richa

, neither of us moved. His jaw was harder now, shadowed with stubble. Scars traced his

door and yanked i

Not "Jenna,

a com

r riders had stopped, engines idling,

ol

nite. "Ten years, Jenna. Not a

n exp

I backed against the car. "The n

dress bought on layaway. His grandmother's rin

whispered. "He said if I married you

change. "Your father's b

it like a s

" He tilted his head, studying me like I

The man who had controlled every second of my life.

o

n colors," I said, my voice c

olt's smile was sharp. Dangerous. "I run Redemption Creek now, Jenna. Every

rs laughed. "Boss, th

never took his eyes off

erek would not stop hunting me. Because I w

id none

r brok

aga

ce broke. "I neede

You think running back to the man whos

ounded. "Just let me stay a few

d in close enough that I smelled leather and motor oil

The words ripped o

, forcing me to look at him. His thum

was instant. His e

hit

ne. I

was a warning.

s not m

gh to make his point. "You are in my town now. U

need your

nt." He released me and stepped back. "Razor, get her c

oing anywhe

ing I had seen all week. "You can ride behind me,

rs were watchi

tired.

in

helmet. "Hold on ti

is words from ten years ago echoed in my

t the heat of him, the solid muscle tha

ght about

in Redemp

ble feeling I wou

ng for every pro