I escaped a dark past.

Barely dragging myself from the depths of hell.

But when addiction sinks its claws into your soul, there are only two options—surrender and let it devour you or wage the fight of your life.

Out of the shadows, I found strength and resilience.

What I didn't expect was to find him.

Bishop wasn't just the President of The Exiled Eight MC in Detroit.

He was powerful.

He was commanding.

And as my best friend's father, he should have been off-limits.

But the magnetic pull was relentless, luring us toward a line we knew we shouldn't cross.

In a world where loyalty and alliances are forged in blood, one mistake could destroy us.

So I was going to seize every moment.

Because who knew if it might be our last.

Covert, stealthy, cunning—Im trained as a weapon. A lethal killer. I do what needs to be done in order to protect those who cant protect themselves.

I'm never the same person twice.

It's never been an issue.

But I underestimated her.

The beautiful woman next door. Theres something sexy about the way she watches me, eyes wide with an innocent curiosity. I find myself aching for her attention. I want her to look at me, but not when Im covered in the blood of the man I just killed.