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Wrath
In the middle of an unexpected turf war, I watched my best friend bleed out in front of me and my woman walk away without a backward glance. Now, she's back but she's icing me out.
Sierra
I have secrets. Secrets that could bring down the club I've come to call my family. I must protect them. But secrets have a way of revealing themselves at the most inopportune times, and when they come out, the wrath of the man I love most in the world might just burn us all to the ground.
PROLOGUE
Sierra
Three years ago(ish)…
“Raquel!” I calleddown the stairs of the townhouse I shared with my bestie. Well, not that she was here much, lately. She was shacking up more with her man, Orion, a biker with the Primal Howlers out of Monument, Colorado. First, he’d fucked her into submission, then he’d dragged me into his degenerate world kicking and screaming…
…at a man named Wrath.
Wrath was a road captain for the club and an all-around bossy son of a bitch who seemed to think he held dominion over me.
He did not.
“Yeah?” she replied.
“I’m running late. You go ahead. I’ll meet you there.”
It was a Howlers’ club family night tonight, so I’d been invited.
No, that wasn’t quite right. I’d been summoned to attend by Wrath, who’d somehow decided I was his business.
The only reason I’d acquiesced, was because I had nothing better to do and I hated being bored.
“Are you sure?” she asked, peeking her head into the bathroom.
“Yes.” I dabbed oil onto my hands and wove it into my curly locks. “I’m at least an hour out.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later.”
About an hour later, I walked into the cabin and made my way up to Wrath’s room to drop off my stuff and maybe have a little fun before family night really got going. Wrath and I had been getting closer over the past few weeks, and even though we butted heads more often than not, he was crazy good in bed. I didn’t want more than that… at least, I didn’t think I did.
I twisted the doorknob and frowned. The door was locked, so I raised my hand to knock, but before my fingers hit the wood, I heard the undeniable sound of a woman screaming in ecstasy and I lost my mind.
I frowned. That little asshole was fucking some whore.
Oh, hell no.
He insisted I be here tonight, then decided it’d be a good idea to ram his dick in someone else?
I rummaged through my purse and pulled out my case, unzipping it and picking the lock.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I hissed.
A very naked Wrath, his dick halfway down some whore’s throat, turned to me with a frown.
“Did you just get here?” he asked, pulling out of her mouth.
