Wolf Riders MC
But the way Knives looked at me, you would think he just won the jackpot.
“Sweetheart,” he groaned, his whiskey voice making me shiver in delight. “Your wish is my command...”
He stood and, without hesitating, he took off his T-shirt. And for once, I didn’t look away, but instead, I took in everything he had to offer. His tattoos were gorgeous. Most of them were skulls, knives, and motorcycles, but I also liked the angles and the roses. They all melted together and perfectly led from one act to the next, telling the story of a boy who became an MC VP. And of course, the centerpiece was the snarling wolf and the moon, with the name of his club.