Tallulah Olsen is completely wrong for me. Not only is she headstrong and grumpy as hell, she’s also working alongside the motorcycle club responsible for my sister’s brutal murder. I shouldn’t want her. But I do. Every second in her presence makes me crave her more. And when she finally surrenders to me, the taste of her is an addiction more potent than anything Satan’s Ransom sells on the street. Wanting her is a distraction I can’t afford. Losing her is a risk I refuse to take. Some way, somehow, I’ll get my revenge. And the girl.