Bad Boy Biker
"Why Duke? Why this club?"
"Because I could." Connor's mask slipped completely, showing the monster underneath. "Because I saw a mark too good to pass up. A motorcycle club with assets, a president wracked with guilt, a story I could use to tear it all apart. You were a bonus, sweetheart. Pretty face, convenient weakness."
"You're insane," Duke said.
"I'm practical." Connor raised the gun, pointing it at Duke. "And now I'm done. Federal prison? That's not for me. But I'm not going out alone."