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𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚… As a DEA agent, I’ve always kept a distance wider than Smuggler’s Bay between me and biker gangs like the Death Cheaters—𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚.  Suddenly, I’m caught in the crossfire between them and another MC that couldn’t be more different—the Black Diamonds. The Death Cheaters despise those drug-running scumbags just as much as I do. With my dark past and inked-up skin, I’m more like them than I’d ever admit—but they see right through my defenses and into my soul, despite the years that separate us. Reid, the strong and silent type with bloodlust under the surface. Cash, the hothead who wears a playful mask. And Baron, the mountain of muscle with enough integrity to save them all. 𝙀𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩—𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. We may be the least likely of allies, but I know they’d do anything to protect me—even though I’m just as capable as any outlaw on a Harley. Because there’s something fierce between the four of us, and no matter how much danger is hot on our trail, when I’m with them, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚.

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And in an instant, I allowed my instincts to run away from me. I lunged for that man’s side, felt the cold hardened metal of his gun against my palm, and ripped it out of its holster. I needed a weapon with me to get out of this situation. I wasn’t going to be caught without one like last time.

Until something came down against the nape of my neck.

“Oh, no you don’t,” a voice grunted.

Out of nowhere, my body slammed against the floor and was quickly flipped over. Pain streaked through my body, robbing me of a voice to cry out with. The man in the black leather jacket straddled me as he smiled down with his two golden front teeth. He stood there, with his feet on either side of my body, staring down at me from his perched position. Somehow, in all of the movement, he had wrestled the gun out of my hands. And as he held it at my head, he cocked the plunger back, aimed and ready to fire.

“Hell no. Not like this,” I grunted.

I moved my hand as quickly as I could. I tangled my legs with his and tripped him up, taking him to the ground as I reached toward the back of his gun. I managed to find the button to pop the magazine out and tried to push the plunger forward, but before I could, a gunshot rang out. A gunshot so big and so bright that it rang my ears and shook my brain in my skull.

“ANGEEEEL!” Reid bellowed.

“Lights out for you,” Scarface whispered against my ear before the barrel of his gun slammed against my temple.

Knocking me out cold.

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Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not writing about sexy bikers and the women that love them, you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.

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