The Enforcer's Revenge Bride

eye of the gun bar

hand gripping it. The man holding the gun was a towering wall of muscle and malice. H

pleas for mercy, the chaotic scrambling of a terrified woman. T

to read from

t with a slow, heavy rhythm against her ribs. Fear was a bi

The top rocker bore the name of his brotherhood. The center patch displayed a skull backed by crossed scythes. But

orc

Saints. He was the man they sent when

s a dark, abrasive sound that seemed to scrape

f she cowered, she became prey. If she fought, she became a threat to be neutralized. S

Moving with slow, delibe

ll left her agonizingly small compared to his massive frame. She kept

armed,"

id not shake. It cut through the te

rk tattoo bleeding down his neck. The reaction was subtle, but Ivy caught it. He

sterile courtroom rather than facing her own murder. "He cleared the safe an hour before the storm h

r mass of him eclipsed the dim

leather, sharp gunpowder, and the distinct, metallic tang of cold rain

nd," Cole

rsonal space, closing the distance until the toe

ering the ultimate sign of vulnerable compliance mixed with ca

stic sound f

and riding. His grip was a vice of warm, hard pressure against her cold skin. He did not han

rists. He pulled it tight with a sharp yank. The plastic bi

uttered, his deep voice vib

shiver down her spine. The physical proximity was suffocating. He was a pre

gaze locked on the empty wall ahead. "A dead woma

on. He spun her around to face him again, h

said. His dark eyes locked onto hers

d, guiding her throu

hadows, their hands resting on their holstered weapons. They looked at Ivy with open

. She met the gaze of the nearest biker, holding eye con

closer to his side as he marched her toward the stairwell. It was a subtle shift in pos

s, stepping out into the brutal

ng yellow streetlights. Rain lashed at Ivy's face and instantly soaked through her thin clo

e curb behind the row of bikes. The en

hicle. He did not try to shield her fro

ar door of the SUV. The interior was pitch black

ide that vehicle, she was entering their territory. Her apartment, her city, he

avy hand on the back of her neck, forcing her head dow

s making the movement awkward. The air conditioning inside the SUV was bla

knees to her chest, Cole

ting her in total darkness. The raw power radiating fro

ell of rain and leather

culation in her gaze. He saw that she was still refusing to break. A dark, twist

ing to a lethal, intimate pitch. "You think you can play games with

reath. She did

It was a fleeting, abrasive touch that sent a jolt of shoc

eat sinking deep into the cold air between them.

al door shut, plunging I

or's

hick, and Ivy is refusing to play the victim. How do you think she will survive the interrogation at the compound? Drop a comm