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Prologue

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What.

The.

Fuck.

As soon as I saw Harlow enter the clubhouse, a blinding rage engulfed me. I had given up my medical practice just so that I wouldn’t have to see her every fucking day. So I wouldn’t have to be around a woman that I wanted but couldn’t have. A woman who wore a fucking wedding ring. I suspected that our attraction was mutual, but it had never gone beyond a look. Well, except for that one time, when a moment of weakness had pushed me into doing something that I wasn't proud of. Something that had scared the fuck out of me because of how close I’d come to losing control.

Thank fuck I had come to my senses before it had been too late. As a member of the Desert Rebels, we weren't known for subscribing to the same morals that polite society lived by, but I’d drawn the line at fucking married women. So what had I done? I’d dealt with the situation of having to see and work beside her every day by eliminating myself from the equation and putting up walls so fucking high that even I couldn’t see over them.

The last time we had run into each other had been at Grinders and I’d taken her aside and told her to stay the fuck away from any place connected with the Desert Rebels because I couldn’t deal with seeing her. Yet here she was, stepping through the clubhouse doors as if she had every right to be here, looking so fucking innocent and untouchable. Too fucking beautiful. I let my gaze rake up and down her sexy body, taking in how her blue dress wrapped around her and emphasized her full curves when she moved.

Every time I saw her, she was more beautiful than the time before. She was flawless, with her pale, peach-kissed skin, striking blue eyes, and Marilyn Monroe hair. And she moved with a grace and confidence that drew the eye of every fucking brother in the room. I felt my temper grow with the need to hit something.

I grunted as a hard elbow jabbed me in the ribs. “Hey, isn’t that...?” Frenchie let his question drop off as we both watched Harlow make her way through the room.

It was obvious that she had a destination in mind. I nodded, narrowing my eyes on her, wondering what the fuck she thought she was doing here. What was it going to take to get her to understand that I didn’t want her around? Maybe my messages had been too subtle and weren’t getting through to her. I needed to do something drastic. I got that she had become friends with some of the old ladies, but they did plenty of things outside of the club that she could partake in.

I needed her to stay the fuck off my radar.

I clenched my teeth as she greeted Lulu, Raven, and JoJo at the table they were sitting at. She and Lulu had become friends back when I’d had to treat Savage for gunshot wounds. In time, mostly due to Lulu, she’d met and become friends with some of the other old ladies. The absence of Lulu, Raven, and JoJo’s men told me that they were most likely home with the little ones.

The second generation of Desert Rebels was well underway.

I glanced back at Harlow. Our eyes clashed, and I grabbed the nearest club girl and drew her down onto my lap. It was a dick move, but Harlow was in my world now.

Hopefully watching Mitzi get me off would persuade her to stay away.

Chapter 1

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The more I hit the punching bag, the angrier I became. It hadn’t been that long since I’d discovered the benefits of working out my frustrations at the gym that Savage owned. Lifting weights, running five miles on the treadmill, and punching out my anger until I was dripping with sweat and my heart was pounding furiously provided an outlet for a lot of shit. A year of hitting the gym three times a week had also built up my muscles—something the ladies seemed to like.

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