I know I have to keep my hands off of my best friend’s son, but it’s hard… really, really hard…

I didn’t know the guy I picked up in the bar last night was Hero’s son. To be fair, he didn’t even know he had a son until today. I guess we’re all just scrambling to put on our poker faces.

Keeping my hands off of Milo is hard enough thanks to his lickable dimple, flirty smiles, and virgin skin. But I swear this has to be a test. Why else would Hero insist that his son come to live with me? And why is it so hard for Milo to just keep his clothes on already?

If I cant keep my hands off of him I could lose my friends, our club, even the tattoo shop I love more than anything. Given the stakes, it should be easy.

Right, and a Prince Albert just pinches a little…

Is there such thing as love at first bar fight?

I may be small and pretty, but what I lack in intimidation factor, I make up for in violence.

I made a vow five years ago that the motorcycle club responsible for my brother's death would pay the price, and I'm finally ready to collect. May God have mercy on the men who hurt my brother, because I don't plan to.

Accidentally breaking the nose of the deadliest man in the city wasn't my best move. Xaviaro Saviano, trigger man for the Moretti Crime Family… and now my own personal stalker. But if I have to go through him to deliver well-deserved justice, so be it.

As strange as it sounds, Xaviaro seems to want to help me more than he wants to hurt me. I can't shake the man no matter what I do. Threatening him feels like foreplay, tying him up only turns him on… I could play nice, but that's never been my strong suit.

I'd be lying if I said he wasn't starting to grow on me, especially when he calls me his Deadly Little Sparrow from his knees. I've never met a man who could handle me, let alone one who can't stop begging me for more.

Can love and revenge live in the same heart? I guess there's only one way to find out…

Lewis tattoos himself on my brain instantly. Too bad this whole situation is about to get messier than spilled ink.

Lewis

Clingy, needy, Too Much

Just a few choice words from men who never deserved me anyway.

Im not going to make the same mistakes again though. I plan to ride the motorcycle hottie of my dreams just until we both get bored.

Besides, who has time for anything but a quick fling when the jerks at the tattoo shop next door insist on doing everything they can to annoy the hell out of me with some stupid prank war?

Arrow

Possessive, intense, too much

My exes werent wrong about me. I have a habit of falling too hard for men who never feel the same.

Meeting Lewis in a rainstorm, steaming up his backseat during a flash downpour… maybe this is my sign to try something casual for a change…

And then theres the prank war between my motorcycle club and our new neighbor. Whatever the twink did to get on Jags bad side, the whole thing sounds a lot less appealing than losing myself in MY pretty twink with a cute butt and big, blue eyes who insists this isnt anything real.

Is he right? Is this thing between us nothing more than a Flash tattoo that time will fade? Theres only one way to find out…

Being savage in the ring is one thing. The way Elio Moretti craves my violence outside the ring is another.

I feel like I've been fighting my whole life, and tapping out has never been an option.

I can live with owing money to the Morettis. I can even live with the constant guilt that my brother is the one paralyzed in a hospital bed while I live his dream. What I can't live with is Elio Moretti, second in command to the infamous crime family, showing up to all my fights, sitting in the front row, watching me like he can't look away, and barging into the locker room to patch up my wounds and invade my space.

The Morettis are monsters. Vicious, brutal sociopaths. So, why is Elio so eager to get on his knees for me?

He's as desperate to give up control as I am to take it, but is giving in to these primal urges enough of a reason to sell my soul?

He claims there are worse people in this city than his family, and the deeper I get dragged into his world, the more true that's starting to seem. Can I really fall in love with a Mafia underboss? Is it even possible to walk away?