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๐™๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™  ๐™„โ€™๐™ข ๐™–๐™›๐™ง๐™–๐™ž๐™™ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ข. ๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™„โ€™๐™ข ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™จ๐™˜๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ข๐™ช๐™˜๐™ ๐™„ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ข…

Iโ€™ve drifted through my life wanting more but never knowing what was missingโ€”until three members of the Shadow Boys MC walked into my bar and changed everything.

๐™‡๐™–๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š. ๐™‹๐™ž๐™ ๐™š. ๐˜ฝ๐™ก๐™–๐™ฏ๐™š. ๐™๐™๐™š๐™ฎโ€™๐™ง๐™š ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™„ ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™  ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ.

The attraction is electric, and not even seeing firsthand how dangerous they are can stifle the sparks that flare in me when Iโ€™m around them.

They donโ€™t think thereโ€™s a place for me in their brutal world, ๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™„ ๐™ง๐™š๐™›๐™ช๐™จ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™–๐™˜๐™  ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ก ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™จ๐™š๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™„โ€™๐™ข ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ค ๐™›๐™ง๐™–๐™œ๐™ž๐™ก๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ก๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ข ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง.

I donโ€™t need to be protected, and Iโ€™m determined to prove itโ€”but my need makes me reckless. ๐™„โ€™๐™ซ๐™š ๐™จ๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ข๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™„ ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ค.

๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™Ÿ๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™œ๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™ช๐™จ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™™.


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โ€œDalia?โ€
Blood. There had been so much blood everywhere, and I couldnโ€™t get it out of my head.
โ€œDalia.โ€
Were they watching? I found myself peeking up at the security cameras we had strewn
throughout the bar. They were noticeable for a reason, and it was supposed to deter people from
being shitheads.
Guess they were wrong.
โ€œDalia, are you listening to me?โ€
Then again, maybe the guy deserved it?
โ€œDo you hear yourself?โ€ I whispered.
โ€œDalia!โ€ Raquel exclaimed.
I jumped so hard that the glass I had in my hand tumbled from my grasp. The crashing of the cup
against the floor seconded only the shatter that came after, and it ripped me out of my trance.




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Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not writing about sexy bikers and the women that love them, you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.


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