I’ve made two impulsive decisions in my life, and both have involved the notorious enforcer of the Disciples MC.

The first, I humiliated myself by spying on him.

The second, I decided to throw caution to the wind and show up at probably the worst possible time.

He’s dangerous, demanding, and able to consume me with just one look.

He’s also on trial for murder, and no one in his club trusts me.

You’d think I’d run. I mean, the cards are stacked against us.

But I can’t escape my need, this all-consuming pull I have with him.

He may be wrong for me, but he’s the very force that brings me to life.