Angol
Usually, watching a notorious biker club mourn the loss of their beloved president would be a dangerous choice.
Ten out of ten do not recommend.
Unless of course, you're family.
I didn't really consider myself part of my father's legacy, until I found out what he left behind in his will. Property, ten acres to be exact, which included the headquarters for his beloved motorcycle club.
I had no idea that by accepting the terms of my inheritance it would thrust me into a battle with the new club president.
Wesley Ryan was unfathomably handsome, menacing and formidable in every way. But his derision toward me only made me cling that much tighter to my birthright.
That is until he decided to play dirty.
Wes didn't just taunt me by bringing up our past, he wanted us to go all the way back to where we started.
Back to when we were nine and I was just the girl next door who snuck into his treehouse.
Back to when he'd fight the boys who made me cry.
Back to when he first kissed me and stole my heart.
I had to remember Wes wanted to claim my father's property, not me.
I walked away once, I just had to prove I was strong enough to do it again.
