As the president of the Sons of Hell Motorcycle Club, I resolved myself to living my life alone. I’d been down the marriage market before and vowed never again. I had my brothers, the club and all the willing women I could ever want.
My life was perfect.
Until the letter came.
That was until I met the very young, snarky and biggest pain in the ass I ever met. Oh, and she just happened to be the new tattoo artist in town and the reason for the letter.
No one knew who I was, and I needed to keep it that way. I may be young, but I have a past just like everyone else. Only my past is hunting me. Starting over in the small town of Rosewood, Virginia, I stupidly thought I could hide away and live out my life free of my nightmares.
Boy, was I wrong.
The second King walked into my shop and busted my balls, it was on like Donkey Kong. I may be small and new to town, but I was no pushover. I didn’t get the name Venom because of my sweet personality. When King and his merry band of misfits seem determined to disrupt my life, I am left with no choice, either play along or make their lives a living hell.
I wasn’t raised to be a pushover, so I planned to give as good as I got.
Boy, was I wrong.
The second King walked into my shop and busted my balls, it was on like Donkey Kong. I may be small and new to town, but I was no pushover. I didn’t get the name Venom because of my sweet personality. When King and his merry band of misfits seem determined to disrupt my life, I am left with no choice, either play along or make their lives a living hell.
I wasn’t raised to be a pushover, so I planned to give as good as I got.
