I’ve got a smart mouth and a dark past. It’d be best for everyone if I kept my hands to myself. Get ‘em dirty for my club only—the Sons of Sinners MC. And stay far away from innocent civilian women. But Lexie refuses to let sleeping dogs lie. She swings those perfect hips every time she walks past me at the garage. She can keep repeating that she doesn’t want me, but we both know the truth: She wants me as bad as I want her. Fate keeps throwing her into my tattooed arms. That ain’t so bad. But am I ready for fate to throw me a final curveball… When Lexie winds up pregnant?
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