Mob connections from my father, MC from his. My father said it would make sense his father said it was a business decision done right. My heart warms to think about him as my high school sweetheart. In high school we started dating with approval from both of our fathers. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have a crush on him. His fingers loop easily through mine like we’re meant to be together. The best part by far is holding Cillian’s hand, just like I’ve done for years. My leather jacket presses against Cillian’s leathers with a faint squeak as we squeeze by the narrow opening to the rest of the three-story building. I bet ordinary people feel like this when they walk into a cozy living room. It may seem strange to other people, but the rumble of bikes paired with the loud laughter and hollering that come with the men who are always here is my kind of heaven. At a glance I could tell if any of them were out of order-that’s how much time I’ve spent here. Hell, I don’t care in the least about the work that’s done here, yet I bet I could name most of the tools, just from Cill asking me to hand them to him over the years. Any item you could ever need to repair or build a motorcycle is here. With an arm wrapped around my waist and the bite of the night chill outside waning, all I can do is let a smile slip into place.Įverything is familiar, from the smell of the oil that’s ever present to all the mechanic tools hung neatly on the walls. I’ve practically grown up inside of these four walls. When everything is perfect, it’s eventually all going to crumble and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop it.Īs my heels click against the cement stairs and I walk into the garage, I note that it feels like home. But I should have known because everything was just right. That’s the thing about fate, though-you’re never given a heads-up.
I would have even fought him to keep us from walking through those doors.
If I had known what was going to happen … I would have begged him not to go. I only hope the secrets of the past four years don’t tear us apart the moment I make her mine again. Kat was mine once and nothing can ever change that. but she can’t deny this heat between us and she can’t hide the way her body reacts to mine. I could never imagine how time would change everything and how far we’d drift apart…. I’m broken without her and a shell of a person I used to be. Four years behind bars made me harder, colder… with a temper I can’t control.īut one look at Kat and nothing else matters. I took the fall for a crime I didn’t commit, and it cost me everything. From bestselling author Willow Winters, comes a sexy second-chance MC romance.
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