He made a vow at her grave. Her best friend is about to break it. Banshee I haven't taken off my wedding ring in five and a half years. Haven't slept through the night. Haven't answered a phone call without my hands shaking. Haven't let a woman close enough to touch the wreckage my wife left behind when she died on a rain-soaked highway with my name as the last word on her lips. I had rules. The ring stays on. The walls stay up. The grief stays mine. Then her best friend showed up. Bex Dalton is everything Rose wasn't—dark, rough, stubborn as hell, built like a woman who fights the world with her bare hands and wins. She came back to Sharp for Rose's dying father, not for me. She made that real clear. Doesn't matter. I watch her anyway. Watch her bend steel and gentle my horses and stand her ground against men twice her size. Watch her grieve the same woman I grieve and pretend she's not falling apart. She was the reason Rose was on that road. I was the reason Rose was on that phone. We're both guilty. Both broken. Both starving for something we have no right to take from each other. I'm going to take it anyway. And the ring is coming off.

She kept my blood from me. Now she's going to give me everything Phantom Twenty-one years ago, I let Marlena Hutchins walk away. She was eighteen. I was twice her age, drowning in divorce and club business. I convinced myself pushing her out of Sharp was the right thing to do. Turns out she left pregnant with my kid. A daughter I've never met. Twenty years of birthdays, first days of school, graduations—gone. Stolen by the woman who just walked back into my life like those two decades don't matter. Now Marlena's back in Sharp. Back in my bed. And pregnant again. My ex-wife wants her dead. My daughters want answers. And my secret daughter—Presley—is coming home for the summer, ready to meet the father who abandoned her. Except I didn't abandon anyone. I didn't even know she existed. Marlena kept that from me. Lied for twenty fucking years. I should throw her to the wolves. Let my psychotic ex have her revenge. Let Marlena face the consequences of hiding my blood from me. But she's carrying my child. My land. My bed. My rules. She's not running this time. I'm keeping her at lockdown at the ranch where I can watch every breath, every move, every tear. Where she'll learn that the Shotgun Saints' President doesn't forgive betrayal. I collect debts, and Marlena owes me twenty years. I'm collecting in the only currency that matters—her complete and total surrender She wanted to keep secrets? Now she gets to live with a man who buries them six feet deep. Welcome home, Marlena. You're never leaving again. DARK CONTENT Morally grey Prez, forced proximity, breeding kink, violence, obsessive possession, and a man who solves problems permanently.

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