Slate
Got a call sayin’ my old flame’s on the run—with a baby on her hip and danger on her heels.
In my world, that don’t fly.
Four years ago, back in Afghanistan, Christina was the one who got away. We burned hot and fast before hell broke loose. I gave her my seat on the last flight out. Thought I’d never see her again.
Now she’s back—terrified and carryin’ secrets. She says she’s runnin’ from an ex, but the truth cuts deeper. She’s got powerful enemies.
And that baby?
Mine.
I’m Slate—VP of the Sons of Rage MC.
No one threatens what’s mine. Not the bastards who put a price on her head, not the bounty hunter stalkin’ her, and sure as hell not the empire that thinks it’s untouchable.
She protected our daughter alone.
Now it’s my turn.
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