The past can always come back to haunt you.
Bodie has learned that the hard way.
Two months ago, he met a ghost from his past and everything was turned upside down.
Sasha rocked his world.
To keep her safe, he’d do anything.
Bodie’s never been afraid to seek vengeance. Now there’s more reason than ever.
He’s always been a wildcard. A man who makes his own luck.
When Sasha’s life is in danger, he doesn’t hesitate to protect his woman.
But one simple choice brings a shocking realization he doesn’t see coming.
And the Royal Bastard isn’t prepared for the unexpected surprise.
Love isn’t always easy. Sacrifice demands a price.
This Valentine’s Day Bodie and Sasha hunt with the Reaper, and he’s one hell rider on a mission.
Fuck!
My mind scrambled to make sense of the chaos unfolding in front of my eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not the wreckage that remained of Bodie’s Harley. The broken glass littering the ground. Even the skid mark imbedded in the inky asphalt that stretched far beyond the muted lemon-yellow light of the streetlamp.
My gaze skittered over the gravel of the road and found the puddle of dark crimson next to Bodie’s body. He wasn’t moving. Blinking, my fingers stretched across the ground, skimming over the coppery scented fluid that trailed all the way up to the wound on his chest.
A gunshot.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Bile rose up in my throat and I tried to turn on my side, groaning as a wave of pure agony swept across my back and lower limbs. My vision blurred, then cleared as I swallowed hard, trying not to completely lose my shit.
“Bodie,” I whispered, chest heaving as I managed to roll over to my right and my fingertips grazed the soft leather of his cut.
He didn’t stir.
Taking a couple of breaths to steady my nerves, I focused my attention on the surface of his chest, desperate to find a rise and fall. Breathe, please.
Nothing.
How long could a person stay alive and unconscious if they weren’t breathing? Didn’t I read somewhere that you had four minutes before permanent brain damage? How long had I been lying here before I woke up?
“No, no,” I wailed aloud at the thought that Bodie was gone. “I just found you.”
Tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t have the strength or will to lift my hands and swipe the droplets away as a few slipped free and dribbled down my cheeks.
“I don’t want to live without you.”
The words tumbled with desperation and sorrow from my lips. I flopped onto my back, ignoring the stiffness of my movements as I stared up at the cruel, cold visage of the moon. Clouds dipped and danced, brushing across in a lighthearted banter, playful and teasing while mocking my current situation.
A groan escaped my lips as the pain in my body spread throughout every cell and organ all the way to my fingers and toes. Was this the end? Would I die here next to the man I loved without the ability to hear his voice one more time? Or feel his addictive touch?
A motorcycle rumbled in the distance and I knew the bike was heading this way. Several more engines joined the first. A herald of steel beasts that would finish what they started.
It would all be over soon.