Exiled Eight MC

Our pasts were a part of us. Definitively. Irrevocably. Mine hijacked my dreams every night, drowning me in guilt and staining my hands red. It wasn't just a part of me, it stole a piece of me-the piece that stopped me from letting people get too close. And I'd become pretty damn good at playing the untouchable asshole card just to keep them away. But apparently, Dakota Samuels didn't get that memo. From the moment she accidentally walked in on me naked, she began to demolish any and every wall I'd ever built. She was sexy and tenacious. And I was addicted to the way she looked at me. To the way she fought for me. To the way her body felt beneath mine. We were both done with running from the demons of our pasts. They were going to find us. They were going to try and destroy us. And they may have won before, but like hell I was going to let them take her from me too. Because if they tried, this time the blood I saw in my dreams would be theirs. Contains mature themes.

I'd spent most of my life running. My past right on my heels. But when you take down society's most dark and twisted elite, there isn't a place on earth you can hide. I'd shattered their secrets, and they wanted revenge. Only, to get to me, they would have to go through him. Huntsman wasn't just the president of The Exiled Eight MC. He was dangerous. He was arrogant. And he was pure alpha. Yet, I'd never felt safer than I did in his arms. He was willing to kill for me. And they were coming to take my life. Only one of us was going to come out of this alive. Contains mature themes.

I escaped a brutal past. Created a life I loved. But when your fake proposal with your one-night stand ends up plastered all over the internet, suddenly you're right back where you started. Fighting for my life and the future I deserved. Only this time, I wasn't sure I'd survive. Drake wasn't just a tattooed CEO of a billion-dollar company. He was protective. He was passionate. And he was a patched member of The Exiled Eight MC. With him behind me, I felt strong enough to face my demons. I had blood on my hands. For that, they were going to make me pay the price. Would that cost be my life? Contains mature themes.