Tank by Eve R. Hart

Tank
I had a lot to be thankful for. At one point, I thought I had it all. But that’s the thing about flying high, there’s always bound to be a crash. I never imagined that crash to completely rip my life in two. I never expected to feel so helpless, ever. When I woke from a coma and realized it was all gone, I had to get away. I could no longer stand by and hold my head up. So, I packed what little I had left and took off. My brothers of the Steel Paragons MC didn’t even try to stop me and I was alright with that. I never thought I’d see the day I’d turn my back on the club I’d grown up in, but then again, I never thought I would lose it all. I hid away in a cabin on the side of a mountain. It was there that I found the oddest woman I’d ever known. She wasn’t warm or sweet. In fact, she was the complete opposite. Somehow, she kept me from stepping off the edge and showed me that my journey wasn’t over.

Nadya
Desperate to get my name back after a hit gone wrong, I took a job I never should have, working for a man who turned out to be worse than the Devil. Despite the gut feeling I had about my employer, I kept my blinders on the entire time—or at least I tried to. Months went by and I grew restless and irritated as I waited for my target to arrive. Then he showed up and what I didn’t expect was my hesitation on the one thing I was great at.