Grit and Grime: A Riveting Age Gap MC Romance

Was that an eighteen-wheeler that just ran me over? Sure as hell knocked the wind out of me, but now I'm boiling with anger. How dare he assume my seat? I deserve to be president of the Dark Angels Motorcycle Club! Bull doesn't realize who he's messing with. I will go to any length—any length—to get that seat back, especially if my suspicion about my father's murder proves true. If I was still back in the joint, some fresh meat would have caught a shanking to release this anger. But out here, the only thing that makes me feel sane is being with Fiona. Thank God I got her. Well, sorta... I'm not sure how long she'll stick around. She just turned eighteen and she wants answers. She wants to know why I won't be with her, even though there's an electric energy in the air when we're in the same room, and I can hardly say her name without getting a hard-on. But my word is my bond. I made a commitment, and I have to stick by it! That is, until I see the fierce flames in her eyes