Rusty—I’m the president of the Devil Kings Atlanta MC. With a fractious club to rebuild and a revolving door on my bedroom, the last thing I need is 5’4” of sex-on-a-stick trouble. When a mysterious beauty shows up with her playmate’s body, dark soulful eyes and a bagful of cash, I’m willing to make an exception. I don’t fully trust her, but she needs my help. Ashlynn—Things are finally good. I’m one of the best high-roller hostesses on the strip. But I’ve lived in Las Vegas two years and have yet to unpack my bags. Why? Because shit always goes sideways. I should have known this time would be no different. When I’m asked to hostess a private poker game at a mega exclusive hotel penthouse, I end up in the proverbial wrong place at the wrong time. I’m the soul witness to a double murder and I’m suddenly on the run again, but this time I’m running for my life. I get as far as Atlanta before my Porsche blows a tire. That’s when he shows up. Dangerous. Drop-dead gorgeous. Scary badass biker. One I can’t take my eyes off. Maybe this town is as good as any to lay low. When trouble tracks me down, I want to run again. But he has other plans. He’ll protect me—for a price. My willing body in his big bed—all night, every night. That’s the dirty deal he offers. Dare I accept? Where the President of the Devil Kings is involved, there are no rules. But I’ll stand toe-to-toe with him and make it out of this bargain with my heart intact. Because in the end, running is what I do best.