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Entering the room, I realize what this biker wants from me.

Chapter Four

I exchange my leather cut for something I’ve not worn in fifteen years.

An Armani suit.

Tonight is a special occasion.

It’s my wedding night.

Have to look the part.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, touching the scar on my cheek.

Events from the past flood my thoughts.

The way Victoria’s eyes lit up when she showed me the positive pregnancy test.

How excited she was to go cake tasting for our wedding.

The way she’d always demand an I love you before I left the room, even if I would only be gone for a couple of minutes.

I imagine how gorgeous she must have been on our wedding day, dressed in white in a gown fit for royalty. Her dark hair shiny and straight. The nervous butterflies that must have been fluttering in her stomach at the thought of announcing her pregnancy to both of our mothers.

She’d planned to tell them after the ceremony before we left on our honeymoon and our life truly began.

The life I was meant for.

I was never supposed to be President of Black Rebel Riders’ MC, but here I am.

Rings on my fingers and the blood of my enemy staining them. I lit him on fire for the fun of it, but quickly put out the flames. Couldn’t have him dying without witnessing me making his daughter my ol’ lady out of spite. Thankfully, she’s a pretty little thing. A bit young for my taste with fifteen years separating us. At least at twenty-one, she’s not jail bait.

I watch as she marches down the stairs on the verge of tears doing this all for the love of a man who doesn’t deserve her loyalty. A man who gave her to a piece of shit like Roberto.

I may be a killer, but I’m leagues better than that sick ass mother fucker. I had Rash tailing him. Dumb ass had no clue he was being watched. Spotted him getting pegged on more than one occasion by some old bitch. Donatella something or another.

Everyone has their kinks, but I can’t imagine this angel before me would have ever been able to stomach it.

I glance toward the balcony, loving that no one can stop me from taking her for myself.

I’m going to corrupt Marco’s princess. Defile her. Use her.

She licks her lips like a temptress, and I know I’m going to enjoy breaking her in.

“Drink this. It’ll help,” a female voice instructs, thrusting a glass of clear liquid into my hands. I stare ahead over her head at the wedding dress spread out on the bed.

“Ghost gave explicit instructions.”

So that’s his name.

I take a hearty gulp that burns my throat as she, along with another woman, strips my soiled clothing from my body down to my underwear.

“What is this?” I gasp.

“Moonshine,” the shorter one says, as though I should know.

“Hurry up. Wipe that blood from her face,” the curvier of the two snaps at the other.

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