As a Fallen Saints MC patch, brotherhood is everything to Chains. He’d fight for his brothers. He’d happily die for them. When a rival MC leaves his best friend for dead, Chains wants vengeance. Chains never expected to cross paths with Tanya. She’s the daughter of a rival MC President. A witness to his crime. She’s strong and sweet. She’s his. Chains knows it in his bones and he intends to keep her.
Tanya always knew the sins of her father and brother would eventually catch up with her. When Chains spares her life instead of ending it, she starts questioning everything she knows. He’s violent, unapologetically brutal, but underneath his ink and scars, beats a good heart. Tanya swore she’d never end up with a biker but maybe she’ll make an exception for Chains.
“We need to take you with us because we have more questions for you,” he finally told her bluntly. “Then there’s the other problem. You’re a witness.”
“I didn’t see anything. I heard gunshots and that’s it. I won’t talk,” she assured him.
“I know you won’t, but our Prez would probably want to talk to you,” he said. “Don’t worry, once he sees you’re not part of this, of the Red Dragons, you’re free to go.”
Chains didn’t want that, of course. He wanted to spend more time with this woman, to get under her skin and truly know her. What made her tick, laugh, and smile. He wanted to wipe away the sorrow in her eyes. To taste those luscious lips and run his hands down her beautiful and tempting curves. He silently berated himself.
Tanya was probably scared, although she was trying to put up a brave front in front of him.
“Okay,” she finally said. “I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t give your trust easily to strangers. I’m not a good man.” Chains didn’t know why he told her that either, but he felt Tanya deserved the truth. He didn’t want to lie, to deceive her. She’d been through enough.
“You’re better than Bulldog and the other MC men I’ve come across. You could’ve ended my life. It’s the easiest way to keep me quiet, but you didn’t.” She bit on her bottom lip.
Fuck, those lips. Chains wanted to taste her so badly, to feel her warm and soft body rubbing against his hard one.
“We don’t kill innocent women or children. That’s not part of our M.O.”
She blinked. “Bulldog made it sound like you were vicious monsters.”
“Sounds like your brother was a dick,” Iron added, joining them in the kitchen. The other biker noticed Chains’s empty bowl and plate, then quickly devoured his lunch. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing much, I just told Tanya what to expect once we take her to our clubhouse.” Chains saw the momentary fear in Tanya’s eyes. He didn’t know what made him reach out for her arm. He closed his fingers over hers, pleased she didn’t pull away. Tanya looked at him uncertainly.
“No one’s going to hurt you,” Chains assured her. “Whoever touches you inappropriately or without permission will have to answer to me. You understand? You’ll be under my protection.”