She walks into the clubhouse with bruises she won’t explain… and eyes that beg me not to ask. I didn’t survive war and the Twisted Devils by playing hero. I keep my world loyalty, violence, and rules—especially the one about staying away from trouble in a pretty package. But Riley Monroe is all soft curves, shaking hands, and secrets sharp enough to cut. One look at her and my discipline fractures. One touch and I’m done. Riley is running. From a past that won’t stay buried. From a monster who doesn’t take no for an answer. And the closer she gets to me, the more danger bleeds into my club’s territory—whispered warnings that turn into screams, fresh bodies in the woods, and a predator who lurks just out of sight until it’s too late. I should send her away. Keep her safe by keeping her gone. Instead, I pull her into my bed… and into my life. Because when someone comes hunting Riley, they won’t just find a scared girl on the run. They’ll find an ex-Marine ready to burn the world down to keep what’s mine.