Rylie: What the hell was I doing? It’s the only thought that was running through my brain as I pulled into the Demons Head compound with my father’s voice reverberating in my head. They’re one-percenters, Rylie. Outlaws. Gun-running, drug smuggling, human-trafficking outlaws. Their business…Stone Fab & Paint…it’s just a front. And, Griffin Stone…he’s the biggest outlaw of them all.
I didn’t know why my boss thought the Demons Head MC was an appropriate choice for my idea. It didn’t matter. What mattered now was the kids. With so little funding, we needed this. And, Griffin had contacted us. Something about giving back to the community.
I could do this. I wouldn’t let Griffin Stone get to me. Present the facts. Sign the contract. Easy peasy, right?.
What a ridiculous thought that turned out to be.
Griffin: I was Griffin Stone. Road name…Gryphon. A one-percenter. An outlaw. President of my club. A man with a heart of stone.
I didn’t do attachments. Didn’t do commitments. Never gave it a thought. If no one gave a shit going in, then no one gave a shit coming out.
That was until…
She came strutting into my life with those bedroom eyes, tight little skirt, and smart mouth.
I had no idea that falling for her would threaten her life.
That we’d both risk losing everything we held dear.