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Serious relationships? Not my usual ride. As the Prez of the Steel Demons MC, my life has always been all about the thrill of the chase. But lately, those club bunny flings ain't cutting it. Deep down, I crave something more real, something with meaning. Then, outta nowhere, my past roars back. A night from five years ago, a hazy memory, and in a flash—a son I never knew about. This is how Ellie comes into my life, the game-changer. Her sister's vanished, and she's been raising my kid all by herself. The moment I lock eyes with Ellie, I'm hooked.

Winning strategies from the three-time European Championship winner and the only football coach ever to reach the final of five international tournaments. As FIFA's most decorated female football manager and a former player, Sarina Wiegman has led both the Netherlands and England women's...

Katey ain't just any chick—she's my Army buddy's kid sister. Off-limits. But when she shows up runnin' from her psycho ex, there's only one way to lock her down—make her my old lady. One signature. One ring. One lie. Now, she's under club protection. No one's dumb enough to mess with a brother's wife. Should've been simple. No strings. No feelings. But late nights turn to heated touches. Pretend kisses start feelin' real. And suddenly, walkin' away ain't an option. She's hidin' somethin'. I see it in the way she flinches, won't meet my eyes.

There's one rule you don't break—don't fall for your best friend's daughter. But I'm done playin' by the rules. One wrong text from Winter, and my control went up in flames. She's too young. Off-limits. Hands-off. But now she's all I want. That tight little body, those wide, innocent eyes—girl's makin' me lose my damn mind. I tried to let it ride, act like that message didn't set me off. But I ain't built for pretendin'. Now, her old man's screw-up put her in the crosshairs. They think they can use her to get to me? They got no clue who they're messin' with.

I never thought I'd look for a woman in a strip club until I laid eyes on her—a redhead with a story. Her eyes weren't just sad; they were screaming for a way out. I could tell she didn't belong there. She's definitely hiding secrets, wrapped in pain, and I couldn't look away. When I saw some sloshed goon getting handsy with her, refusing to take a hint, I knew I had to protect her. Reaching out to help her felt like the only decent thing to do. I offered her a place to stay and a lead on a new gig—but it wasn't just her. Her kid, Sophie, with those wide, scared eyes—they got to me.

One call from my club brother askin' me to help his kid sister, and I'm there in a flash. Harper ain't no kid anymore, but now, she's all I can think about. That sweet body, those innocent eyes—they're tearing down every wall I put up. She overheard somethin' she shouldn't have, and now she's in danger. Well, they don't know who they're messin' with. I'd die before I let 'em lay a hand on her. If I can get us both out of this alive, she'll be in my bed, right where she belongs. Some lines weren't meant to be crossed—but I'm about to erase 'em.

I ain't no damn hero—just looking out for my Steel Demons brothers. That's what I thought till I met Laura, a hot nurse in the ER who patched me up with some serious sass. I knew I wanted her, but she turned me down cold. I gave her space, hoping for another shot. Fate threw her back my way when she witnessed a murder, and those Los Ochos bastards tried to nab her. I fought 'em off and told her to fake being my old lady for MC protection till the heat died down. What started as a fake setup quickly turned into real trouble. Every touch, every glance lights me up.=

When a scared chick calls the Steel Demons for help, we don't ask questions. Emma just offed her abusive ol' man, and now it's on me and my brothers to clean up the mess. First time I lay eyes on her, something hits deep—she reminds me of the woman from my past. One night, one taste, and she was gone, but the mark she left? Still there. Ain't got time to chase ghosts, though. Cops are sniffing around, and worse—Emma thinks someone's tailing her.

Stunned. That's the word when Peyton Brooks, my son's ex, shows up at my door in the middle of the night, asking for protection. Hell, I'm always stunned around her. She's something else—all smiles and curves in one hell of a confident package. Right up my alley. Problem is she's off-limits. Too young, too attractive, and way too much of my kid's ex. Now, she's not just a hottie; she's my job too. Someone offed her roommate, and now her life's in the crosshairs. That's why she came knocking on my door for help.