Priest: Five years ago, Sadie White ruined my life. Because of her, I'd forsaken my vows and left the priesthood. I would've ended up dead in a ditch somewhere if it weren't for the Death Seekers MC. But when Sadie stumbles into the MC clubhouse, covered in black and blue, I know I can't turn her away. I guess I never learn from my mistakes. I nearly killed a man once to save Sadie, and I'd do it all over again because she's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Sadie: Once upon a time, Priest lost everything because of me. But when an arranged marriage forces me to run, I have no one else to turn to but him. Priest is different. He's harder and meaner, but underneath, I know he's still the same man who'd do anything for me. He'd promise to protect me from a monster, and his price? Me—body, heart, and soul.
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“Don’t,” Priest warned, a low, cautionary note in his voice.
“Don’t what?” Sadie found herself asking, curiosity tinged with a hint of challenge.
He let out a low, sexy laugh that sent a jolt through her entire body. Sadie wondered if he could see her tightening nipples through the thin material of the shirt.
“You were always a brat,” he said.
Sadie wasn’t sure whether she should be offended or pleased by those words.
“When it comes to you, my control is nonexistent,” he admitted, setting her fingers down and giving them a warning squeeze.
Unnerved by the intensity of his stare, she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s going to happen now?”
“I’m glad you asked because I have a proposition for you,” he said.
Excitement hummed in Sadie’s veins as she faced Priest. She was well aware of the danger that surrounded him, and that she was crazy for making a deal with a man like him. Yet, in that moment, she felt an inexplicable surge of recklessness and boldness, a departure from her usual self.
Mason’s cruel handiwork, in a twisted way, had sparked a second awakening within her. Perhaps she had buried her true self under the persona of a good girl, so she could keep her promise to her mom—to watch over her dad. Now, with that burden lifted, she felt unshackled, free.
“Go on,” she said.
Sadie hoped she didn’t sound too eager or desperate. Who was she kidding? Priest held all the power here and they both knew it.
“I’ll keep you safe, but my help doesn’t come for free,” he said, voice grave.
“I don’t have any money,” were the first words she blurted.
Priest laughed, a sound that held a hint of cruelty in its undertone. Yet, even in that moment, she recognized a stark contrast to the malice she had experienced with Mason.
Sadie had hurt Priest before, she knew that. He had lost his faith, left the priesthood, and walked away from a life he once knew, all because of her. In any normal circumstance, he could have harbored resentment, hated her, and sought revenge. Yet, when Emery and she stumbled into his clubhouse seeking refuge, he didn’t turn her away. Deep down, despite their ugly history, she knew there was still some good in Priest.
“Money’s the last thing I want,” Priest replied.
