Series: Savage Saints MC #3
you love a man who had become your ruin?
As the president of the Savage Saints MC, I’ve got a million goddamn problems.
I thought the woman who cleans my clubhouse would be the least of them. But
that’s just what Raine Levick is—a f*cking problem.
Not because she’s sweet and likely gonna get herself killed without the club’s
protection, but because I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop wanting
I’ve got a ring on my finger that belongs to someone else, but when the bodies
pile up, staying away from her is a war I can’t win. Even if it breaks us
both—and it will break us.
I fell for Jetthro King the second I laid eyes on him. He took me in and gave
me a job, a family, and the club’s protection, but he broke my heart all in the
Love, loss, ruin.
That’s what falling for the MC President gets you.
He’s a married man. I have no right to want him because I’ve been keeping
secrets of my own and once Jett finds out, he may never look at me the same way
Warning: JETT contains graphic violence, loss, and sensitive subject matter
that may cause some readers emotional discomfort. Intended for an 18+ audience
Not intended for pussies.
fucking Christ. Can’t a man jack it in peace?”
voice is merely a squeak as I consider my options. I could attempt to scurry
away before he opens the door, but this hallway is long and there’s no place to
hide. Instead, I stand my ground and prepare to face the wrath of a very
back the door. He’s shirtless. Water beads on his chest and torso. Or perhaps
it’s sweat. Either way, I’d like to lick it from his skin and shove my hand
into those unbuttoned leathers that he’s clearly straining against. His blue
eyes switch from murderous rage to easy and inviting all in the space of a
heartbeat. “I didn’t know it was you.”
me. Your friendly neighbourhood bar wench.”
Friendly neighbourhood bar wench? Oh my God. What is wrong with me?
of his mouth turn up in a smile. One that belongs to another woman, but he
graces me with it all the same. His damp wheat-blond hair brushes the tops of
his shoulders. Would it be silky to the touch, fall into his eyes or brush my
cheek as his body hovered over me? He appears calmer tonight—not at all the
menacing man who started his own biker club. Not at all how he looks in his
cut, with his scruffy beard, his hair slicked back, and a gavel in his hands.
He looks … soft.
looks are misleading.
of him is hard … at least, that’s how I imagine him. It’s not as though I’ll
ever get the chance to find out. He’s married, and I’m … well, there’s no point
in fantasising about something you can’t have.
heading out for the day.” I’m also blushing right to the roots of my hair. I
can feel it. “Unless, of course, you need me?”
his lips. His eyes roam over my body. Those devious baby blues say he needs me,
but it’s not to clean his clubhouse.
lot of things, darlin’.” A quiet sigh passes his lips and washes over my face.
He smells like whiskey and cigarettes. It’s a heady mix. Or maybe it’s just the
man himself who makes me half-drunk with adoration. “But you go on home. I
reckon you’ve had enough of dirty bikers for one day.”
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A hardcore red lipstick addict and a romantic at heart, Carmen strives to give
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