King

They never tell you that after graduating college that you would be so desperate. That without a job or a penny to your name you'd work anywhere. Seeing the help wanted sign on the doors of the Humble Gentlemen's club, I thought it would be an easy job. That slinging drinks all day would be a quick buck. That I could just do my job and go home. It was easy until it wasn't.

When I witnessed something that I shouldn't have, I was unwillingly thrust into the middle of an all-out MC war that had been waging for years. I was captive to their whims and without a friend in the world. Until him. He was my captor.

Busta was arrogant, ruthless, and a complete prick. Busta frightened me to my core, but I know that if I want to gain my freedom, I'd need to find a chink in his armor. I'd have to pull all the stops if I wanted my life back.

I thought the job would be simple. I was wrong. As the Enforcer for our MC, I do what I'm told. If my President says to jump, I jump higher than needed to prove I'm up to the task. So, when the bartender from a rival club just happens to see something she shouldn't, I'm tasked with holding her hostage until I get the intel or eliminate her if needed. It's easy, simple, and a job I excel at. Normally, I do at least.

Thing is, her sass, and her strength in the face of defeat as she's subjected to a no-win situation, surprises even me. As I learn what she's hiding I find myself going against the club to protect her. The real problem is her truths are unraveling my lies. I'm not everything the club thinks I am, and she could cost me everything I've worked so hard for.

Is she worth my life? Is she worth everything?