I came for a story.
A chance to pull back the curtain on the powerful motorcycle club world shaking the northeast - and finally reveal what everyone whispers about but no one admits. If I get the inside scoop, my career is made. My debts erased.
Getting in was the easy part.
Getting out? That’s another story.
Tomahawk — the brooding, ruthless president of Valhalla’s Vandals — sees right through me.
He doesn’t believe I’m just a reporter. Doesn’t trust me.
And when my cover shatters, so does my illusion of control.
Now I’m his.
A pawn in a dangerous game I never understood.
A woman caught inside a world built on brotherhood, secrets, and blood debts.
Tomahawk doesn’t ask. He takes.
And when he looks at me, it’s like he’s already decided how this ends.
I should be terrified.
And I am.
But it’s not just fear twisting inside me - it’s want, heat, and the pull of a dangerous man who doesn’t think he needs an Ol’ Lady.
I came looking for the truth. But the deeper I fall into his world, the more I realise…
Some stories aren’t meant to be told.
Some are meant to be survived.
And surviving this one might mean letting him destroy me