I get what’s mine.

As the gun lay heavily in his hand, the weight of it was nothing set alongside the pressure his father had put on him as well as the Vipers Creed Motorcycle Club every year, dragging all of them down along the way.

Cade had two choices: the club or his dad. The club won.

It took a particular kind of guy to get rid of his bloodstream, but Cade had constantly believed in doing that which was befitting the membership. To him, it was a little sacrifice to make things regular for him and his brothers. After that, when Trixie strode into his membership, his normal was shot straight to hell.

Nobody steals from me.

When an employee stole from her, Trix Lamasters could have let it go. She could have let the thief fade into the history and chalk in the lacking cash like a reduction. She was Trix, after all-she often landed on her behalf feet. But that wasn’t her style. She was as well stubborn, as well damn proud. Nobody stole from her and resided to tell about it.

With satisfaction, though, came consequences, and Cade Baker was hers.

Contains mature themes.