Havoc

Spring -- The father of my child is pressing for custody. Which is how I ended up dancing at Salvation’s Angels, a strip club owned by the notorious Salvation’s Bane MC. I have to earn enough to pay my attorney, then I’m out of here. I have enough on my plate without having to deal with the sexy-as-sin vice president of Salvation’s Bane. But Havoc, the bastard, wants me to stay. He’s found another way for me to make enough money to pay my bills, but I’m not sure he’s got my best interests in mind. 


Havoc -- It’s a pisser of a bad day. My son would have been sixteen today, had he lived. On my way to drown my sorrows I came across Spring, swishing her little ass on stage at our strip club. She’s not naked yet, but with that body and the way she moves, I don’t want other men seeing what she’s got to offer. There’s a loophole in every contract. Three songs. With me. After that? Well, I just hope my indecent proposal doesn’t push her away. At least, not until I’m ready for her to go. One problem. Now I’m addicted to her and the feisty son she’s raising. I know I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. And make them both mine.