Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Liza
A tattoo artist and biker named Tango came to save the day when my brother put my life in danger again.
Stupid name.
Sexy biker.
My perpetually soaked panties were all the evidence anyone needed that Tango could dance all over my body any damn time he wanted.
Unfortunately for me, he seemed to be in a weird relationship with his buddies Whiskey, Fox, and their girl Amy.
No way was I signing on to be the lettuce in that screwed up sexual sandwich.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
I might need protection from an entire MC, but I did not need to share my man.

Tango
From the moment I laid eyes on her, Liza was all that I could see.
Protecting her became a personal matter instead of just another job.
Loving her, that was something that couldn’t be helped. If only my past, and the screwed-up relationship my friends attempted to drag me into, hadn’t become a problem.