Wild Ink by April Lust

I’ll screw her ‘til she learns to do as I say.
She’s sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.
So it’s time to teach her a lesson – the way only an outlaw biker can.
I don’t give a damn if her daughter’s missing.
This is club business – and that means I’m in charge.

GRANT

Sometimes, running an outlaw motorcycle club means getting your hands a little dirty.
Thankfully, I know a thing or two about that.
I’ve killed enough men and f**ked enough women to fill the entire Devil’s Horns MC clubhouse with their bodies.
And I’ve got the jagged scars and furious exes to prove it.

But this mission is a little bit different.

One of our prospects has disappeared without a trace.
He should know better.
You can’t back out of joining this club.
Once you’re bearing our brand, there’s only one way out – in a coffin.

I go looking for the little snot to teach him a lesson about loyalty.
Then I came across something I never expected.

Turns out our missing prospect had a girlfriend.
And the girl’s mother is desperate for a sign of her adopted daughter.
She’s on their trail, too.
And she thinks she can jab her finger in my chest and pry answers out of me.

But I don’t take kindly to that kind of treatment.
And I’m prepared to handle the situation – violently.

Because in my experience, there’s only one thing you can do with an angry mare like Victoria:
Pin her down and break her.

VICTORIA

He thinks I’m scared of him.

I can’t let him know he’s right.

Deep down, I’ve been terrified of Grant Reardon since the second I met his eyes.
It’s obvious he’s a sinner and a playboy.
That just comes with the biker territory.

But Grant is something else, too, something more than that.
He’s a stone-cold killer, and he’s warning me to stay away.

But I can’t.
My daughter is missing, and I’ll move heaven and earth to find her.
I’ll do whatever it takes.
Knock on any door.
Chase down any lead.
And, if the bad boy biker demands it…

I’ll fall to my knees and give him everything he wants.

But Grant knows more than he’s letting on.
And sometimes, the truth you’re desperately seeking is lying closer than you ever expected.