Violeta — It’s been a year since I was brought to the US and given to Rocket. I’d thought he was like the others and would only cause me pain. I was wrong. Rocket is the kindest, sweetest man I’ve ever met. I arrived an abused, pregnant teen. Now I’m a more confident woman, and I have Rocket to thank. Falling in love with him was inevitable, but now I need him to see me as a desirable woman and not a girl who needs his protection.
Rocket — The young girl who came to live with me was more broken than I’d realized. The horrors she faced have made her stronger, but it didn’t happen overnight. It’s hard not to watch her, to want her. I shouldn’t. I’m too damn old for an eighteen-year-old woman. She’s not as fragile, physically and emotionally, but I can’t shut off the protector inside me that wants to shelter her and keep her safe. When she’s taken, I know that the men responsible will die. I only hope that side of me doesn’t scare my sweet Vi, but nothing will stop me from spilling their blood. I just don’t know if we can end the war before it starts, or if this will only be the beginning. I’ll keep her safe, no matter the cost, because she’s mine whether she knows it or not.
WARNING: This book contains violence, strong language, and a woman who has suffered abuse. But it also has a biker who will protect the woman he loves, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
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Violeta
“So…” Teller glanced at me. “What time do I need to bring you home to avoid being chopped up and buried in various locations?”
I snickered, then glanced at Rocket and realized Teller might not be too far off on that. I rolled down the window and stuck my head out.
“We’re going to a movie, then getting something to eat.”
Rocket pulled his wallet out and came closer, shoving two twenties at me.
“I fully expect Teller to pay for your date, all of it, but just in case.” He glowered at Teller, who seemed to be shrinking back in his seat. Poor guy. I really had put him in a bad situation. “Call me if you need a ride home.”
“Rocket.”
His gaze locked on me.
“I’ll be fine,” I assured him. “Now stop scaring Teller. You wanted me to make friends so that’s what I’m trying to do.”
I reached up and ran my fingers along the beard on his jaw. There was a flicker in his eyes, then he backed away. Teller put the SUV in reverse and drove off, not even glancing once in Rocket’s direction.
“Maybe you should start by telling me exactly what I’m getting myself into,” Teller said. “Because I really don’t want to end up dead, and everyone knows how protective Rocket is over you.”
“Rocket is being difficult.”
“Difficult?”
“I think he likes me, as more than his annoying houseguest, but he won’t do or say anything to show he’s interested. He told me today that I needed to make friends my age and go do teen girl stuff.”
“And that’s the last thing you want or need,” Teller said. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove through the compound.
“Right.”
“Just don’t get me killed, or kicked out of Hades Abyss. These guys are the only family I have.” He shot me a quick look. “I don’t mind helping you, but I don’t want to lose my place here either.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let things go too far. I’m just making a point.” I smiled a little. “Besides, maybe I do need a friend, and I think you could use one too.”