PROLOGUE
Janine
War was tearing the whole city apart.
That was my life back then.
I wasn’t owned, not exactly. But I owed the man who took me in as a kid and raised me as his own everything. I couldn’t betray him, even when every fiber in my body wanted to.
My father wanted me to stay far, far away from him.
He said Clutch wasn’t the type of man for me.
I completely disagreed.
And in the night when I could hear Clutch’s bike tearing up the sky, roaring down the road toward me, I knew exactly what I wanted.
He was tall, ripped, and dangerous. The tattoos that snaked up his body only hinted at the strength inside him.
An enforcer, a man with a dark past. He wasn’t right for me, but he made everything feel so good.
My father was right, at least partially. Clutch was cocky, an asshole, and loved to tease me. His skin brushed up against my neck as he whispered in my ear.
Ditch the fucking panties, girl, he whispered. I want to feel your soaking skin begging for more.
Anybody could have seen us, and my father was not the type of man to be crossed, not at all.
But Clutch wasn’t the type to walk away from what he wanted.
Torn apart, ripped to shreds. Stuck between the club I owed my life to and the man I wanted to give my body to.
I could see Clutch’s delicious grin in the dark.
What are you waiting for? Spread those legs. Give me what I want.
Chills ran down my spine, and that was exactly what I did.
