1. Lennox

One Year Later

With an army duffle bag thrown over his shoulder, he steps off the plane. He's so damn broad he barely fits through the door of the small private plane. Wearing a black henley that is stretched across his massive frame in a delicious way, he draws eyes from everyone—including mine. He has dark hair and a scruffy beard that needs a good trim. Worn blue jeans seem to cling to his body in all the right ways. He has on a brown leather bomber jacket and a pair of well-worn motorcycle boots.

Despite his stature, he seemingly glides down the steps of the plane. He reminds me of a jungle cat—full of grace, stealthy, and always on the prowl for its next kill.

Ghost.

He's the newest patched member of the recently renamed Titans of Hell MC. He's back from a quick trip to Greece, where he's been doing work for the DeLuca family. When I received word the Titans of Hell motorcycle club had patched in a member from Miami, I knew this was my chance. The bad thing is I had to bide my time to find a way in with the guy. It's been impossible since he's been in Greece, and even freaking Boston, more than he's been here. He's the perfect mark, so I can't rush it. Ghost is exactly what I need—a weak link.

I've been searching for a different way in, but nothing is working out. I thought it could be their new president, E-Z. He's hot. I could crawl into bed with him easily enough, get him to open up, and find out what I needed. That was plan number one. Then, the asshole had to fall for some red-headed, flower child—who fell straight out of the seventies—named Liberty. His obsession with her shot my plan all to hell. Sure, there are other members in the club, but with E-Z being new, he"s not going to trust any of them easily. Normally, I'd be willing to wait—especially when it comes to this assignment. After all, I've been biding my time for a while now, trying to get into the club through a prospect, but that's getting me nowhere fast. I have a fire burning inside me. I want vengeance and now I know Ghost is the key. Intel says he was called up here by E-Z himself, which means he'll be trusted more than the other members. There's internal conflict within the club, even after a year of E-Z being at the helm. Ghost will help me work around that. Hell, I can even use it to my advantage.

I suppose I should worry about how close the club seems to be working with the Bratva—specifically Ivan. I can't. Nothing can keep me from my goal. I made a promise a year ago to avenge my brother and I won't stop now. I will admit I hoped to have it done by now. It hasn't worked out like I wanted, but finally, the end is in sight.

Some would call me mercenary. Others might say I am heartless, or even a whore. Those who know me, know the truth. I'm a cold-blooded killer. I'm also damn good at my job. I'm the bitch people call when they want rid of someone but are too fucking chicken to get their hands dirty.

I have no problem stepping up to the plate—if the money is right.

I do have rules. Main one being I don't hurt children. Women, however, are not off limits. Being a woman myself, I can tell you a lot of bitches are much worse than any man ever thought about being. And men? I've only met one good man in my entire life and now he's gone.

My brother's death was senseless and cruel. It destroyed me in ways I still don't understand and probably never will. It's gutted me in a way that the burn is constant. I know the only way it will get better is avenging him—doing what he can't do for himself.

That brings me to the prime specimen of man-meat right in front of me. He's going to be my ticket into the Titan's inner sanctum.

Ghost is a ride I'm going to enjoy taking—even if he is a means to an end.