Flames of Venom… When the president of Mythic Iron is brutally slain, the VP and the sergeant at arms set out to protect the club’s legacy, and next target. Sai is a world-class MMA champion, and a half-breed dragon with a fiery temper. After the vicious murder of her mother, she fled the arms of her two mates and the MC, and made her way to the ring. A fighter with an edge, she doesn’t apologize, never holds back and doesn’t need saving. The unexpected arrival of her estranged mates coincides with the biggest fight she’s ever had; the one for her own life.
Dragons of iron… A leather-clad soldier of fortune with a patch was all Levi could be without her. The MC took had taken him in years before, an injured child with no past.. A purple dragon with a propensity for danger, he’s evolved into the ultimate weapon for their club. Can he ever reclaim their mate, or will she kill them first?
Drake was born into a legacy of crime… In the wake of their mate denying their bond evolved a cold, merciless dragon who did whatever the MC required of him. A reunion with their mate is soon wrought with tragedy, leaving Sai critically injured. Devastated by his failure to protect her and the people she loves, he reaches out to an old comrade for help.
Welcome back to the Wiccan Haus. A place meant for healing, but will the arrival of the purple dragons mean the end of island peace?
“No….” She widened her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t want to hear it.”
“Babe, please, you have to listen—” Levi asserted.
“I said no!” she hissed. “Hortese, who’s scheduled for a bout tonight?” She spun around and jogged over to the banged-up lockers and grabbed a roll of tape.
Levi moved to follow her, but Drake gripped his shoulder. “Don’t.”
“There are a few new people tonight. Didn’t recognize their names, but they haven’t arrived yet,” Hortese told Sai.
“Yes we have,” a low voice boomed from the doorway.
Drake twisted around to find six, gargantuan men in dark pants and T-shirts, sauntering in. The epitome of bad news with stone-cold expressions, domineering stances, and muscular physiques. Their presence shot pangs of caution through his stomach.
His sergeant of arms mumbled back, “What do you want me to do, take ’em out?”
“Not yet. We don’t know why they’re here. See how she handles it. We’ve got her back if anything happens.” If only he believed his own words. They had no way to know if these were the same guys who ransacked their clubhouse last night, but he’d bet his patch they were.
“Who’s first?” she called out in her raspy, venomous tone.
Drake glanced over to find her narrow her eyes and slowly slither the tip of her tongue across her upper lip. She was pissed, but now she was on guard, too. Sai pounded at the old CD player until the tune “Mortal Combat” blared throughout the gym. Her serpent sense of smell alone would have alerted her to something about the new arrivals he’d already suspected. Her traditional kick-ass tune was the tell. Shit was about to get real.