Pleasing the Prez’s Ol’ Lady by Quinn Ryder

As Enforcer of the Lewd Outlaws MC, it was my job to make sure that if the club got into trouble; I ended it hard, fast, and with as much blood as possible. I never expected for that trouble to come straight from our Prez’s own hands, or for the cataclysmic events that followed to land me right into his own woman’s arms. But that’s exactly where I found myself, days after my own bitter breakup, in Shasta Hall’s arms, and invoking my “Hall Pass” like two of my brothers did before me.
Shasta and I needed to piece each other back together, and protecting her became my newfound obsession once I got my first taste.
Pleasing the Prez’s Ol’ Lady was the only thing that mattered to me anymore, and I’d do anything to bring a smile to her face, even if the consequences of doing so ended with a bullet between my eyes, the cut off my back, or my body six feet underground.