LOGINBOOK IS FINISHED. MY EDITOR HAS NOT MARKED IT COMPLETE. We’ve had no communication and she is not responding to me. . In the heart of a city ruled by chaos, Armando Romos stands as the ruthless leader of the Demented Devils MC. Known for his fierce loyalty and unyielding power, he thrives in a world where weakness is a sin. But everything changes when a sudden ambush leaves him bleeding in a park, a bullet wound signaling an unexpected turn in his tumultuous life. Maya Connor, a compassionate nurse seeking a moment of peace, stumbles upon Armando's crumpled form. Initially, Armando's pride and fierce independence resist her offer of help; he's a man used to being in control, not relying on anyone. Yet as the blood pools around him, desperation forces him to confront his mortality and the bitter betrayal that led him here. With no choice but to surrender to Maya's care, he discovers that she sees beyond the ink and anger etched on his skin. As she tends to his wounds, a spark ignites between them, bridging the divide between their worlds-a world of violence and a realm of healing. Caught between the violent loyalty of the Demented Devils and a burgeoning passion for the woman who saved him, Armando must face his past and make a choice: embrace the chance for redemption with Maya or be dragged back into the darkness that claims so many.
View MoreThe world blurred as they dragged me through the trees.Branches tore at my arms.My feet bled.My breath came in sharp, broken gasps.I didn’t know where I was.I didn’t know how long I’d been running.I didn’t know if Armando was alive.But I knew one thing:Reaper was close.I could feel him behind me — not touching me, not speaking, just there, like a shadow stitched to my spine.“Keep moving,” one of his men hissed.I stumbled. Fell. Hit the ground hard.A hand grabbed my hair, yanking me upright.I screamed.Reaper’s voice cut through the dark.“Enough.”The hand released me instantly.I collapsed to my knees, shaking, sobbing, unable to breathe.Reaper crouched in front of me, brushing dirt from my cheek like he was wiping away tears.“You’re almost home,” he whispered.I shook my head violently. “No—no—please—”He smiled.“You’ll understand soon.”A gunshot cracked through the trees.Then another.Then a scream.Reaper’s smile faded.He stood slowly.“He’s here.”My heart stop
Reaper’s words hit me like a bullet.“She’s with Demetri.”For a second, the world went silent.Not quiet.Silent.Like sound itself had been ripped out of the air.Armando froze.Torres stiffened.Reaper smiled like he’d just dropped a match into a room full of gasoline.And me?I couldn’t breathe.Not because it was true.Not because it wasn’t.But because Reaper knew exactly where to aim.He didn’t want to break Armando.He wanted to break us.I forced myself to inhale, my ribs screaming, my vision blurring at the edges. I stepped forward, ignoring the pain, ignoring the blood soaking through my shirt.“Armando,” I said quietly.He didn’t turn.“Armando,” I repeated, louder this time.Still nothing.He was staring at Reaper like he was deciding whether to kill him or tear him apart with his bare hands.I stepped between them.Armando’s eyes snapped to mine — wild, furious, wounded.“Demetri,” he growled, “move.”“No.”His jaw clenched. “Move.”“I’m not moving.”Reaper chuckled behi
Pain dragged me back to consciousness.Not slowly.Not gently.Like being yanked out of a grave.My ribs burned.My head throbbed.My throat tasted like blood and smoke.For a second, I didn’t know where I was.Then I heard Torres shouting orders.Heard men scrambling.Heard Demetri groaning somewhere behind me.And it all came back.The breach.The smoke.The fight.Maya’s scream.Her being dragged away.Reaper stepping between us.Her fingers slipping from the floor.Her voice breaking as she screamed my name.My eyes snapped open.“MAYA—!”I tried to stand.My body didn’t cooperate.Pain shot through my side, white‑hot and blinding. I collapsed to my knees, gasping, gripping the dirt so hard it crumbled between my fingers.Torres rushed to my side. “Boss—boss—stop—your ribs—”“Where is she?” I rasped.He hesitated.Wrong answer.I grabbed his vest and yanked him close, ignoring the pain tearing through my body.“WHERE. IS. SHE.”His jaw clenched. “They took her.”I shoved him away
Darkness swallowed me whole.Not the kind you see — the kind you feel.Thick. Heavy. Suffocating.My ears rang from the explosion. My cheek burned where someone hit me. My wrists throbbed from the zip ties cutting into my skin. My lungs couldn’t catch a full breath.The truck jolted, throwing me sideways. A hand shoved me back upright.“Sit still,” a voice growled behind me.I couldn’t.I couldn’t stop shaking.I couldn’t stop crying.I couldn’t stop hearing Armando screaming my name.I pressed my forehead to my knees, trying to breathe, trying to think, trying to understand how everything had gone so wrong so fast.The truck hit a bump. My shoulder slammed into metal. Pain shot down my arm.“Please,” I whispered. “Please don’t hurt me.”A laugh. Cold. Amused.“No one’s hurting you,” the man said. “Not unless he says so.”He.Reaper.My stomach twisted so violently I thought I’d be sick.I lifted my head, blinking through tears and darkness. The truck had no windows. Just metal walls.
Demetri was still and quiet on the bed that Armando had put him on. The breathing tube was still down his throat, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that felt steadier than before—but I knew it was only a matter of time before they came looking for us. The hospital knew he was gone. I was g
I watched from the window, breath shallow, pulse hammering against my ribs. Armando’s hand slid over Maya’s shoulder—slow, deliberate. My stomach twisted at the sight, the brief flutter in my chest turning razor-sharp when she flinched, recoiling to the edge of the couch. Embarrassment flickered acr
“Where the hell did Armando go?” I demanded, shoving my coffee mug into the dishwasher with a force that echoed my agitation. Demetri paced like a caged animal in the kitchen, his tension palpable, until my mother stormed in, her face a canvas painted with fury.“What’s wrong?” I asked, stepping
As I stood there by the kitchen sink, a mug of steaming coffee trembling in my hands, the truth crashed over me like a tidal wave: Armando was a player. I should have anticipated it the moment his childhood girlfriend sauntered in, flaunting her skimpy outfit while I was right there beside him. A l
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