Prologue to Rory

Diesel

I've only truly loved two things in my life.

My club and my son.

I gave up one, trying to keep the other safe.

It worked, too… until an enemy took my son.

But he made one mistake— He left me breathing.

There's nothing I won't do to save my child.

A woman is the last thing I need, especially a woman like Rory McDaniels.

She's stubborn, beautiful and drives me crazy.

I've told her it's too dangerous to be involved with me.She vows to stay, no matter the cost.

She has no idea how high that price might be.

Prologue

Diesel

(2 years earlier —

After the first attempted kidnapping of Diesel’s son)

“Violet?What are you doing in my office?”

Even as I ask the question, I know.Crusher is at my back; he knows too.Fuck, I think my whole damn club knew, but me.I was blind.Blind to another goddamn piece of ass.So busy sinking into her pussy that I couldn’t see through her lies.

Just like liars do, Violet jumps, slams the drawer on my desk shut—the drawer that was locked when I left it last night—and turns around to look at me.She pastes a smile on her face.

“Sweetheart!I thought you were gone today with Ryan to have that father/son bonding time?”

Sweetheart.

That word from her lips makes me sick.Lips that just last night held my cock, sucking it so fucking good, I swore I’d found heaven.The woman was born to suck cock.I guess that should have clued me in.No one gets that damn good without a lot of practice.I knew she wasn’t completely innocent, but she seemed so bashful that I fucking thought there weren’t many before me.

How the fuck was I to know she had a whole damn army of cocks in that mouth before me?

“Answer the damn question, Violet.What are you doing in my office?”

“Baby—”

“In a room you aren’t supposed to be in?—”

“Diesel—”

“In my fucking desk, that I know was locked?—”

“If you’d just let me talk, lover, I could explain,” she says.

She tries to look so cool, but she can’t hide the panic on her face, or the desperation bleeding through her voice.She’s scared.