Tattooed By The Dangerous Biker King

ey

er my eyes, and found my mother standing there. She held a pot

igh. "Mom, I'm going

omment. "I've arranged it with Warren. Friday night, at L

ed. "I'm not going! Mom, don't you get it? I don't lik

yer? Haley, don't be so idealistic! Perfect men don't exist. War

back. "He didn't ask me a single thing about myse

y grabbed my keys and bag. "I'm done

e yelled after me. "I already gave my word

voice. The entire drive to the clini

d outside the Prospect's room, a human statue

ect was awake. He looke

e mumbled. It was a small thing, but it slightly softened

room, carrying two trays. She shut the d

ed you as the nurse? How was it

wich. "It felt like working with a gu

hot asshole! Do you know how many girls at the club try to ge

eyes. "I'm s

y, what do you think of him? Up close, isn't

my heart freeze." I remembered his ic

me? Just one! I swear I won't share it. I was so nervous when he was in the room that I barely

You want me to secretly take a picture of a ruthless

g noticed by the Prez, for whatever reason, means you have the Serpent

yself to a time bomb. But then I thought of my mother's naggi

ht away. "Don't be ridiculous. I just want t

"trouble just finds you." She glanced

but he preferred his road name, "Joker." I asked him why, but he just smiled and di

lt that familiar, oppressive

door of the room, watching

, his gaze dark and intense. I had no

g stared down by a snak

ffness. He crooked a finge

and stand before him. "Is there someth

. He just hande

e was the signature lasagna