Reborn To Love My Outlaw Husband

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ing, I want you to take me right on

nd," Cherie Frost, giggled. Her sharp stiletto heel was casually grinding into my

od on the cold concrete floor

d down at me, his eyes filled with nothing but sickening disgust, as if looking at a piece of rotting trash. "If she hadn't been so blindly obsessed with me, how c

was a rusty, serrated blade

be his "Old Lady," the man I had spent the

l him?" I choked out, coug

neered, kicking my bleeding hand away with his heavy boot. He turned to the tattooed Vipers MC bikers waiti

ening grins, a wave of sheer terror and nause

r Blaze. I emptied every penny of my bank accounts for Cherie. I gave my entire heart to the

oar of a Harley-Davidson

e doors expl

ened in abs

im. Axel

ambush, yet he charged into the warehouse like a furious, protectiv

of guilt and agony crashing over me. Why? W

Bang

shadows, firing a submachin

I sh

ing frame to completely shield my broken body from the hail of b

ntly, used the very last ounce of its streng

ed fiercely locked onto mine. There was no hatred for my betrayal, only

the Outlaw world died on top of me, in a fi

l with him," Bla

of monstrous hatred and soul-crushing regret swallowed me. Blaze, Cher

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d about Blaze Golden that you'd

roar struck my

ntly, my eyes

blood. Instead, the sharp, clean scent of tobacc

st a cold wall. A massive, muscular body

dsome face glared down at me. His jaw was clenched tight, and his

heat radiating from his chest was r

dead. I

had packed my bags to elope wit

freezing blade, misinterpreting my shock for fear. "You are my wife. Ev

y touch disgusted him. He turned around, preparing to

verything I had. I wrapped my arms tightly around his solid wai

dy instantly f