Bloody Saints MC

The Biker's Bride is book 1 of the Bloody Saints MC trilogy **THE RING ON HER FINGER MEANS SHE'S MINE - AND NO ONE ELSE CAN TOUCH HER. Messing with her is messing with me. And no man survives a mistake like that. Lay a finger on her and I'll break it in half. That's a motherf**king promise.** She tried to put me in my place. So I put her in hers: Bent over my bed with her dress hiked up and her hair pinned back. I make her say the truth out loud: She belongs to me now. And by the time I'm done, she knows it, too. But hearing it isn't enough. Only seeing is truly believing. So by the time all this is over, I'm gonna claim her in the purest way I know how: With my ring on her finger. The thing is, that depends on keeping us both alive. I've got enemies, and they'll do whatever they can to hurt me. Even if it's by hurting her. She'll have to get used to living on the edge. That's what comes with being a biker's bride.

THE RING ON HER FINGER MEANS SHE'S MINE, AND NO ONE ELSE CAN TOUCH HER. Messing with her is messing with me. And, no man survives a mistake like that. Lay a finger on her and I'll break it in half. That's a motherf**king promise.* She tried to put me in my place. So I put her in hers: Bent over my bed with her dress hiked up and her hair pinned back. I make her say the truth out loud: She belongs to me now. And, by the time I'm done, she knows it, too. But, hearing it isn't enough. Only seeing is truly, believing. So by the time all this is over, I'm gonna claim her in the purest way I know how: With my ring on her finger. The thing is, that depends on keeping us both alive. I've got enemies, and they'll do whatever they can to hurt me. Even if it's by hurting her. She'll have to get used to living on the edge. That's what comes with being a biker's bride.

*THE RING ON HER FINGER MEANS SHE'S MINE, AND NO ONE ELSE CAN TOUCH HER. Messing with her is messing with me. And, no man survives a mistake like that. Lay a finger on her and I'll break it in half. That's a motherf**king promise. She tried to put me in my place. So I put her in hers: Bent over my bed with her dress hiked up and her hair pinned back. I make her say the truth out loud: She belongs to me now. And, by the time I'm done, she knows it, too. But, hearing it isn't enough. Only seeing is truly, believing. So by the time all this is over, I'm gonna claim her in the purest way I know how: With my ring on her finger. The thing is, that depends on keeping us both alive. I've got enemies, and they'll do whatever they can to hurt me. Even if it's by hurting her. She'll have to get used to living on the edge. That's what comes with being a biker's bride.