Bates’ words play on a constant repeat inside of my head. It’s been four long months and I haven’t heard a word from Pierce. Not a letter or a phone call. I’ve been waiting by the phone and checking the mail religiously, in hopes of some form of communication from him. I have received nothing. I ...
I moan and try to scoot closer to the softness. I hear a male groan and my eyes pop open and immediately crash with the cold blue eyes of Radimir. I gasp, sitting up, wrapping the sheet around the satin gown I am sure has slipped and slid throughout the night, showing off more than I have ever wi...
Cracking one of my eyes open, I wince at the dryness. I have never cried so much in my life. My head aches from the tears, my eyes are dry, and I can tell they are swollen. I look around, unable to move anything but my dry swollen eyes, and see that there is a tanned, tattooed arm with golden hai...
I’m in my new garage with a few of my brothers surrounding me. It’s been a week, one full week since we’ve been in this house, and it’s been the best week of my entire fucking life. I haven’t heard or seen my mother, no news from the Bastards or The Cartel, Hattie’s family has been quiet, and my ...
I want nothing more than to block him and beat the ever lovin’ shit out of him. How dare he take my woman and put her on the back of his bike without my permission. And Brentlee—the fuck! Not two hours ago we were gonna get on the same page. Fuck, I thought we already were. I don’t want any other...
Hell. Our new townhouse closed in a fifteen day escrow. Crazy fast. I was not prepared and Carlos shrugged it off like it was no big deal. We would hire movers and all would be peachy fucking cream. He didn’t do the math. Fifteen days has come and gone and Carlos is in Florida at spring training ...
Ziven watches me, dipping his chin in silent encouragement. I chance one last look out at the front of the house before I press send, looking for any sign of Kirill. If he would just show up unannounced, then I could abandon this foolhardy mission. “Here goes nothin’,” I murmur. The phone rings a...