Broken

This is what I signed up for. I knew it from the start. I’m the newest prospect for the Deathstalkers MC Club. I’ll do whatever they ask–whenever they want it done. No questions. I’ll take their bullshit and follow orders, like nobody’s business. Cuz once I get that patch, that label, I’m in. But when one of the old ladies takes in a stray, I can’t help but feel the pull toward her.

Izzy makes me question everything. But I can’t. I have to sit back and pray like Hell that someone else, One of these bastards doesn’t claim her for...

This is what I signed up for. I knew it from the start. I’m the newest prospect for the Deathstalkers MC Club. I’ll do whatever they ask–whenever they want it done. No questions. I’ll take their bullshit and follow orders, like nobody’s business. Cuz once I get that patch, that label, I’m in. But when one of the old ladies takes in a stray, I can’t help but feel the pull toward her.

Izzy makes me question everything. But I can’t. I have to sit back and pray like Hell that someone else, One of these bastards doesn’t claim her for himself. If he does, I have to let her go, Let her walk away, Into his arms, His bed. And I can’t do that.

Deathstalker prospect or not, I know what I want, And I want her.