LOGINTHE PRESIDENT OF VIKINGS MC WHO IS A BILLIONAIRE AND POPULAR FIGURE IS ASKED BY A MAN WHO HELPED HIM OFF THE STREET TO HELP HIM LOCATE HIS LOST DAUGHTER THAT HE NEVER KNEW ABOUT UNTIL NOW AND HE DECIDES TO HELP OUT.PREZ OF VIKINGS AKA STEEL FINALLY LOCATES HER BUT SHOCKINGLY FINDS TWO EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD MALES WHO LOOK EXACTLY LIKE HIM. HE FINDS HIS FIRST LOVE, ANGEL MARK POPULARLY CALLED BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL AS SIN BECAUSE HER BEAUTY AND SHAPE DEFINES SIN BUT NOW SHE'S MARRIED TO A FAMOUS POLITICIAN WHO HATES BIKERS.
View MoreCATALINA I leaned back against the counter, arms folded, watching Sin pace like she was determined to wear a hole through the hardwood floor. Her hair was still stunning from whatever shoot she'd run away from earlier in the day, but her eyes. they told another story. "Sin," I said finally, shattering the silence, "why don't you just get divorced?" She stiffened mid-stride, her back to me. For an instant, I thought she didn't understand — then she slowly turned, as if weighing every word. "You think its that simple?" she asked, voice low. "Yeah," I told her. "If a man is making you miserable, you walk. That's how it is for the rest of us." Her laugh was harsh and unfunny. "Catalina… my marriage is not like yours.". Or anybody's. "Then tell me about it," I said. "Because from where I stand, Boyce gets to be the perfect husband out in public and hurts you in private and you just. accept it." Her jaw tightened. "It's not a matter of accepting it. It's a matter. of survival for myself
BOYCE If one more person asks me where my wife is again, I’m going to lose it. “Boyce, my man, where’s that stunning wife of yours tonight?” Some board member chuckles, gripping my hand like we’re old friends. I keep my smile perfectly measured — the one I’ve practised for years in the mirror. Not too warm, not too cold. Just enough to disarm. “She’s… indisposed tonight. Prior commitments,” I say smoothly, letting the champagne glass in my other hand do the talking. He winks. “You two are the picture of love, you know. Lucky guy.” Lucky. Right. If luck meant showing up to these suffocating events solo while she was God knows where, then yes, I’m drowning in it. The speeches drag on. The same over-polished faces nodding, clapping, networking. I play my part — shaking hands, laughing at jokes I’ve heard a hundred times, and posing for photographs that will be printed in tomorrow’s gossip columns under some insipid headline. But behind the smile, every time my phone buzzes in my po
STEELWaking up was like emerging to the surface from having been underwater for a while. Sounds came before me — the gentle hum of air conditioning, the muffled scuff of feet on tile, and the periodic ringing of metal. Then there was the smell — antiseptic, vaguely floral, like an effort had been made to mask the sterility with lavender.When I finally opened my eyes to blink, the light was pale and weak. No beeping noises, no harsh hospital white. The walls weren't the sterile blue I was used to in medical rooms — they were dark, expensive beige. The curtains were thick, draping tall windows. This wasn't a hospital.I realized I was in a king-size bed, but sheets were wrapped tightly around me. An IV tube wrapped around my arm, and a pounding pain emanated in my ribs and legs. My body was extremely heavy.Then I saw her.Sin.She reclined in a rumpled velvet armchair beside the bed, knees bent a bit, chin resting on her palm. She sported loose hair draping over her shoulder, and was
JASSONI wasn’t expecting the first thing I’d see when I walked into Knox’s private residence to be that man—Sheriff Valour—coming out of the room looking like he’d just dropped a bomb on someone and was proud of it.He had that type of posture… shoulders squared, chin up, the way someone walks when they know they’re used to being obeyed. The smell of his cologne hit before he did—sharp, expensive, and… suffocating.But what froze me for a second wasn’t him but Mom.She was still inside the lounge, standing near one of Knox’s leather armchairs. Her hand was curled around the edge of it, white-knuckled. She looked… still. Too still. Like someone had poured concrete over her spine.She glanced at me when Valour passed me in the hall. His eyes didn’t linger on me, but I caught a flicker of something—calculated recognition. He knew who I was. Maybe not by name, but in the way people read each other when they’ve been briefed.I didn’t like him.Didn’t like the way his boots clicked on the
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