Federal agents want me in a cage, but the scarred giant in the black truck just claimed me. He snapped a man’s wrist just for touching my car door. I’m a forensic auditor framed for a federal crime.
Elias Gunnar is the cold, calculating treasurer of the Broken Halos MC. He’s a mountain of muscle who counts my breaths to keep from losing control.
He locks us in an underground vault for seventy-two hours to find a digital mole. I’m all pink cardigans and neon pens; he’s gunmetal gray and lethal PTSD.
When his restraint snaps, he pins me against a metal cabinet and devours me. Elias doesn’t just want to save me from the Feds. He wants to mark me as his and fill me with his future.
Am I his lucky rescue, or the prey he’s never letting go?
