She’s everything he doesn’t want in a woman. So why can’t he stop thinking about her?
Whitney Blume isn’t looking for trouble—or bikers. She has a type good guys, clean-cut, funny, and friendly. Everything Mensa isn’t. After a career-ending betrayal, the former FBI agent is keeping a low profile and reconsidering her life. But staying out of trouble proves difficult when her sassy attitude and undeniable attraction to Mensa pull her closer to the world of Riot MC.
After an ambush at the Twisted Talons bar turns deadly, Mensa and Whitney barely escape. With the vice president of a rival MC hunting them, they take refuge in a roadside hotel. One room. One bed. And a lot of unresolved tension. Giving in is inevitable, but their one night of passion sparks something deeper—and deadlier.
They return only to find the rival MC is targeting Whitney, and Mensa will stop at nothing to protect her. When his woman is abducted, Mensa does whatever it takes to get her back, but will it be enough?
Riley hurried inside Hard Pressed, her wavy, golden-brown hair in a ponytail swaying with her stride. She pointed at me. “You’re a liar.”
I bit down ever so subtly to hide my surprise. Did she find out about my assignment?
I hated being discovered. It was nerve-wracking during the best scenario, but in this case I could lose a friendship. One I had quickly come to value. Not that I didn’t value all friends, but Riley and I got on like we were sisters separated at birth. A friendship like that was rare, and I’d put off coming clean with her.
She stared at me with her chestnut-colored eyes, waiting for a response. Silence had saved my ass plenty over the years.
“Riley, girl,” Aunt Nadia said, and I’d forgotten she was in the room.
Riley came to the counter. “You’re not busy tonight. Why are you really skipping Open-Mic night?”
“I just need a quiet night,” I semi-fibbed.
Riley narrowed her eyes. “Nope. I don’t believe that, either.”
I threw my hands up in slight surrender. “It’s the truth.”
“Gamble said he saw you at lunch yesterday.”
Funny how criminals and law enforcement had certain things in common. Nothing got by those Riot MC brothers… and I did my damnedest to make sure nothing got by me, either.
“He did, but that doesn’t change the fact I’m staying in tonight. Let’s plan to hit the Beau Rivage on Tuesday—”
She curled her lip. “It’s too crowded there. Besides, Mensa will be running things tonight.” A calculating look crossed her face. “Which reminds me, Gamble said Mensa talked to you yesterday. Is that the real problem?”
My face froze. Seemed those Riot boys gossiped like women.
“She’s following his orders,” Aunt Nadia said.
I aimed some side-eye at my aunt. “Not orders.”
Aunt Nadia’s chastising look should have left me quaking in my sandals. She smiled. “You’re right. Not orders, you’re keeping his threat at bay.”
“Threat? He did not threaten you,” Riley said.
I shrugged a shoulder. “Not like Aunt Nadia makes it sound, but he wants me to stay away.”
Her eyes widened. “Well, he doesn’t get to decide that.”
Aunt Nadia tossed her hands out. “That’s what I’m saying, and I don’t understand why my niece is heeding that boy’s warning.”
I glanced between the two of them. “I’m not in the mood to poke the bear.” With a head tilt at Riley, I added, “You go and crush it tonight.”
Her brows arched. “I could crush it better if you were there.”
I smirked. “Now who’s a liar?”
“Whatever. Good vibes create more good vibes. Think about it.”
Aunt Nadia wandered toward the other end of the counter. “There’s nothing for her to think about. She had no problem ignoring what Mensa wanted when you and Finn tied the knot.” She gave me a sideways glance. “Go give that boy a hard time. It’s a free country.”
I stared at Aunt Nadia. “It’s where he works. That’s not cool.”
Riley chuckled. “And he lives at the clubhouse. What’s the difference?”
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