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Prologue

Drake

The thought of responsibility never really crossed my teenage mind.

I liked to run wild and live free--a motto I had heard more times than I could count, at our family Twisted Kingdom Clubhouse Biker Bar. My dad, and my all-around hero, would say that about me and laugh. A slight sparkle in his eyes when spoke about any of his four sons.

For me, that was the true validation that I didn’t need to bother with taking care of anyone else. I had my parents, brothers, and extended family in our club.

However, all of that changed the day my mom got sick with Cancer. It was a nasty, sick, fucking disease that took a precious woman all too soon.

“I promise, mom. I will take care of dad and the boys,” I had said, as I cried on her shoulder.

And, I swear I meant that promise, too. Hell, I would have sworn anything if it would have brought her back. But, reality doesn’t work like that.

Fuck no.

Instead, life threw me another gut-wrenching curveball the day my dad died too. Leaving me with four younger brothers and a family club and business to maintain.

Sure, I could have high tailed it out of here. I could have run away and never looked back. But, that isn’t my style. So, I sucked it up and gave life the middle finger, as I delved into life as the new leader of the Twisted Kingdom Clubhouse. More importantly, I had to take on the responsibility of making sure my little brothers didn’t turn into fuckups like most other kids their ages were.

For me, the day I buried my dad, was just the beginning.

Shit just got real.

Chapter 1

Lacy

The sounds of a heavy metal band blasted through the speakers, which hung above me, drowning out the conversations taking place. Walking into the Twisted Kingdom Bar and Clubhouse always made me excited. I could feel the goosebumps rising on my arms, anticipation making me giddy, as I waited for what was in store for me.

There, behind the dark, cherry wood bar, stood the most magnificent looking man I had ever seen in my life. His dark,tousled hair hung just above his eyes. His biker vest was open, revealing his washboard like abs and colorful tattoos, that was just screaming for me to reach out and touch. Tattoos snaked down his arms and a fierce beard covered his strong face.

I swear, I was growing weak in the knees just standing there looking at him. With a slight nod of his head, Drake, my boyfriend, and proprietor of this establishment, gave me his sexy smile.

“Hey Lacy, get your fine ass over here,” he said.

Yes, that’s right. That steamy, tree of a man is all mine. And has been since the day over a year ago, that I drug my best friend, Ivy, into this very same bar. She had been hesitant at first, but after begging, pleading, and a little threatening on my part, she had caved. And, thankfully she did. Because now, we were both in love with two very sexy Raven brothers.

See, Drake is the oldest of four brothers. He owns this bar with his three younger brothers: Blaze, Axel, and Ryder. Blaze and Remy just got engaged, Axel and Ivy have been going on strong ever since they first met, and Ryder is still in love with his racing career. And, I had been madly in love with Drake since the first time I sauntered right up to that very bar he is currently standing behind. I knew I wanted him from the moment I saw him, and I knew I had to make him mine. I still remember that day like it was yesterday.

***

Lacy had finally made her way from the doorway down to the bar area. I had spotted Drake right away and had started a conversation with him. For the most part, Ivy had been quiet. Then, without thinking, she just blurted out, “Why the name, Twisted Kingdom Clubhouse?”

I wanted to smack her, but at the same time, I wanted to know the answer too.

Drake smiled as he began to talk. “My name is Drake Raven and my dad and grandfather owned this biker bar before… well before my brothers and I were born. It started out as a small clubhouse for the bikers in town, but after my dad and grandfather died, my brothers and I turned it into a bar,” he finished talking and glanced up at the photo again.

“So, you own this bar and you are a biker, that is so hot,” I asked, as I practically moaned.

***

That’s all it took for me to be hooked on that Raven Boy. In one short conversation, I had learned that this fierce-looking man was just a protector. Owning a family business, while helping to take care of his brothers and keep the family legacy going. If I wasn’t already attracted to his looks, just seeing how kind he was, would have done me in.

While most things around this clubhouse still feel so familiar, a lot has changed too. A few months ago, a guy named Chuck, from a rival biker bar tried to burn down the bar. Thankfully, Drake and his brothers stopped him, but not before the damage to the bar had been completed. But, with these boys, nothing is impossible. With the help of the rest of the bikers, and the local community, they were able to rebuild in no time.

I walked over to the bar and leaned in, allowing Drake to place his luscious lips on mine. Even after a year together, I still couldn't get enough of his kisses. Or his hands roaming my body, or his… well, you get the picture.

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