I never should’ve saved him that day. But now, he’s the one saving me…
Crusher gets under my skin in ways I never could’ve imagined. He’s been relentlessly pursuing me at every turn since the night I snuck out of his bed.
Not that I owe him any kind of explanation, but I had my reasons for leaving. Good ones that include the eleven-year-old boy I’m now solely responsible for.
But none of that matters to the men who’ve taken me. Men who are dead set on revenge for something I had nothing to do with. They want payback against Crusher and the Satan’s Disciples, and what better way to get it than taking someone who belongs to the MC.
Only, I don’t belong to the Disciples and I don’t belong to Crusher. But that won’t do me any good while I try to escape this hellhole I’m currently in.
Maybe help is coming, and maybe it’s not. But I refuse to play the damsel in distress. This isn’t some fairytale, and I’m not waiting for a hot biker on a Harley to rescue me.
No, I’ll take my life into my own hands. And I’ll save my damn self even if I have to fight my way out of here.
