The time for decisions is finally here. Is blood thicker than water? Or will love conquer all?
Nadia knew falling for Slayer, the sexy and dangerous Sergeant at Arms of a rival motorcycle club, would be hard. She just didn't realizehow hard. Palmer showed her that there is life outside of her little club, but forces converge to steal that away. Nadia won't let that happen. Now that she's had a taste of freedom, she's not afraid to work to keep it.
Slayer is willing to risk his life for Nadia, and he already has. Even at the border of life and death, this rugged Sergeant only has Nadia on his mind. Slayer won't stop fighting until he saves his woman and finishes his mission. Even if it means paying the ultimate cost.
Will Slayer and Nadia finally get their Happily Ever After? Or will the happiness they've worked so hard to achieve get shot down before ithas a chance to grow?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralAll of the books in this series have done very well, and fans are currently waiting for this spin off story that accompanies this series.
SHIT.
I GRABBED MY head. It was pounding. Dried blood crusted and fell off when I touched my forehead. How long had it been? I touched the gash again, and the sting of pain shocked me. Fuck. Not long enough.
I jumped up. That little bitch is probably still here. I looked around, ready to punch his nose in the moment I saw his face, but no one was there. The room was quiet. Too quiet. Just how long had I been knocked out? Was it all over?
"Hey," I called. "Anyone here?"
Our door was still broken, knocked off of its hinges. The room looked like a tornado hit it. Or at least a little punk.
My head spun, like I was drunk. Nothing was going on, but still it was hard to put two and two together. I looked out the door. Why were everyone's bikes still here? I couldn't see anyone. Weren't they gone? Did they run?
I walked towards the door and my foot hit something. I looked down.
Jase.
I dropped to my knees. His eyes were open, staring at me blankly. Jase looked shocked, like he couldn't believe it, with his eyebrows raised and his mouth open. Bile rose into my mouth and I struggled to keep it down. Now wasn't the time to be sick. Maybe if I moved fast. Maybe…
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Italian
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Translated by Andrea Moreira
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