Forsaken by the rest of the world, Tiffany thought she would perish in the dark hole her ex left her in. Her unexpected white knight comes in the form of a tattooed and dangerous biker. Giving her heart to the wrong man left her with scars, but Tiffany feels safe with Tank. The spark between them is undeniable but is their love strong enough to chase away the shadows that continue to stalk her?
Tank and his MC crew were on a mission to get even. His task is simple—destroy the stash house of a rival MC. The last thing he expected to find is a hell house and beautiful, broken Tiffany. Tiffany deserves more than a black-hearted biker like him but Tank can’t just leave her be. She’s meant to be his old lady, Tank could feel it in his bones.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get you and the other women out of here soon,” Tank said. “We’ve called for an ambulance and one of the nearby women’s shelters.”
Tank looked down at the chain around her ankle. His face immediately transformed to that of fury. He frightened her but Tiffany was also intrigued by him on some level. It had been a long time since she tasted kindness. This entire situation still felt surreal. Tank returned to Gary’s corpse. He searched the body and returned with Gary’s keys.
Tiffany watched him furrow his brows as he tried each one until he managed to unlock the manacle over her ankle. The click it made felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her.
This was really happening. Tiffany wasn’t dreaming. She could finally be free of this place. When Tank first appeared with a gun in his hand, she really thought things would turn from bad to worse. Tiffany had it all wrong. Maybe he truly was her savior.
“Tank, damn it. I need your help or she’ll bleed to death!” yelled Gunner.
“Sorry, I need to leave you a while,” he said. Tank turned, about to go. Tiffany didn’t know what possessed her to lunge for his leg. He froze as she hooked her fingers into his pant leg.
“Don’t leave me here,” she whispered. “Please, Tank.”
It was odd, saying this stranger’s name out loud. He looked down at her, expression hard to leave. “I’ll be back for you, but right now I need to help my friend save another woman. Okay?” he asked.
“Okay,” Tiffany whispered, letting his pant leg go. “Don’t forget me.”
“I won’t,” he promised. He paused. “What’s your name?”
“Tiffany,” she whispered.
“All right. Just wait right there, Tiffany. I’ll return for you,” Tank said. Tiffany didn’t know why, but she clung to the promise in his words.