Slaughter by Rebecca Joyce

I buried my heart six feet under Tennessee soil.

For over a year, I have been a corpse walking through life. An MC executioner who dealt in death, a broken father who couldn’t bear to look at his own daughter, a man so hollowed out by grief that I couldn’t see a future worth living.
Until her.
I thought I was seeing things. I thought grief finally broke me completely when I realized the woman I had touched, kissed, loved wasn’t my dead wife but the sister of one of my club brothers.
She was off-limits. Untouchable.
Against every rule the MC lives by.
But I couldn’t let her go.
Even when her brothers demand blood. Even when my president ordered me to marry her or die. Even when the only way to keep her was to sacrifice the darkest part of myself—the executioner, the killer, the man I had been since the day I learned the club’s brutal truths.
She saved me without knowing she did. She loved me when I was a ghost haunting my own life. And now I’ll burn down everything, my cut, my brothers, my reputation, to build a future where she’s not a violation of the golden rule, but my wife.
Some men are built to destroy, but I was built to protect her.