The Blue Moon Bikers
Acting purely on instinct, Maverick wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against his broad, muscled chest with one arm while the other stroked gentle circles on her back.
‘It’s okay, Mervon, it’s okay. You are safe here. No one will make you do anything you do not wish to. Come on, little Spitfire, you are safe. I promise you.’
His voice was gentle and soothing, as recognition slowly dawned in her emerald green eyes,
‘You are safe.’
He told her.
‘I give you my word as the Blue Moon Bikers King, no one will touch you, no one will hurt you while you are under my protection. Okay?’
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