The Enforcer's Revenge Bride

ressing down on Ivy's chest. The metallic crackle of the radio had s

dle

s Saints, those two words carried a

that stretched across the stained floor and swallowed her feet. His right hand rested on the leather h

vival depended on her ability to control her own biology. A spiked heart rate meant panic. Panic meant err

k, terrifying man was going to end her life in this freezing underground vaul

not draw

crack in her armor. He was looking for the tears. He was waiting f

ing but a steady,

ed. Her voice was quiet, steady, and

muscle beneath his dark neck tattoo ticked with restrained aggression. He dropped

he twisted the dial. A sharp click cut through the

al table and began to pace t

ing thud. He was a man built on strict rules and unbreakable loyalty. The brotherhood was his religion, and the President was his god

ught a violent wa

cy. The digital footprints were undeniable. The true traitor was sitting upstai

to face her, his broad shoulder

sent a tremor through the floorboards. "The vote is cast. Your life is

orward slightly, resting her bound wrists on h

ou are about to murder the only person who can help you

intense, dangerous heat of his body wash over her cold skin. T

gh hands on the arms of her metal chair, trapping her in place. His dark eyes locked onto hers, filled

"You looked at those ledgers and saw the truth instantly. You know Leo was a pawn. You know the real thief has executive clearance. If you kill me now, you

e studied her face, dissecting every micro expression. He saw the sharp intelligence shini

one like her. She was a brilliant, calculated puzzle, and he suddenly realized he was

rough gravel of his voice brushed against her skin

," Ivy cor

e more. The heavy, oppressive weight of his presence shifted in

, you are a dead woman walking. If any patched member sees you breathing,

th, waiting for t

n here, you belong to me. You are my property until I find out the truth. I will find

s. It was not a promise of freedom, but it was a stay of executio

nd," Ivy sa

rs and the crime scene photographs, shoving them back into the thick manila fo

n the cold iron latch. He

he concrete walls. "Do not draw attention to this room. If

into isolation. The heavy deadbolts clanked into place with a sickening finality. He had

ving behind a bone deep exhaustion and the biting chill of the free

le of wits against the club's most lethal

ead fluorescent light became a physical ache in her skull. She lost track of

lk from the SUV. She mapped out the corridors in her mind, planning potential escape routes, analyz

rning, the harsh

light fixture flicker

cating dark that felt heavy against her eyes. The sudden loss o

forcing her analytical mind to take over. Power outages were rare in

silence in the underground

she he

ll. It was the sound of a heavy key sliding into a frozen lock

ered violently a

ng cell. He had told her not to make a sound. But the heavy footsteps pausing

deadbolt cl

the concrete ocean. Someone

room. She pressed her back against the rough cinderblock wall, letting the shadows swallow h

ouette blocking the hallway light. The intruder stepped into the dark cell, b

rawn hunting knife caught the

or's

rk, and they are holding a knife. Who do you think is stepping into that cell, and how will Ivy fight back in the pitch black? Leave