In the heart of a city ruled by chaos, Armando Romos stands as the ruthless leader of the Demented Devils MC. Known for his fierce loyalty and unyielding power, he thrives in a world where weakness is a sin. But everything changes when a sudden ambush leaves him bleeding in a park, a bullet wound signaling an unexpected turn in his tumultuous life. Maya Connor, a compassionate nurse seeking a moment of peace, stumbles upon Armando's crumpled form. Initially, Armando's pride and fierce independence resist her offer of help; he's a man used to being in control, not relying on anyone. Yet as the blood pools around him, desperation forces him to confront his mortality and the bitter betrayal that led him here. With no choice but to surrender to Maya's care, he discovers that she sees beyond the ink and anger etched on his skin. As she tends to his wounds, a spark ignites between them, bridging the divide between their worlds-a world of violence and a realm of healing. Caught between the violent loyalty of the Demented Devils and a burgeoning passion for the woman who saved him, Armando must face his past and make a choice: embrace the chance for redemption with Maya or be dragged back into the darkness that claims so many.
더 보기I zip up my bag and set it next to the door, the tension thickening in my chest as I move toward the kitchen. I settle into a bar stool, the cold steel biting against my skin, and wait for Demetri. The hallway thrums with distant sounds, a symphony of life that feels worlds away from me.Adriana glides into view, draped in a light pink robe that sways gently around her form. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, strands cascading softly around her shoulders. My heart races, not from desire, but from the dread pooling in my gut.She greets me with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, leaning in to plant a kiss on my lips—soft, familiar. But it feels hollow, a gesture stripped of warmth. “Good morning,” she whispers, her breath brushing against my skin as she wraps her arms around my neck, the intimacy of the moment stinging. As her hand travels down my abdomen, nudging at my groin, my body betrays me, stirring in response despite my mind's frantic warnings. I can feel i
When I awoke, the early morning light sliced through the window like a whisper, stirring a haze of dreams from my mind. The warmth behind me pulled me deeper into reality, and it took a moment for the memory to crystallize—I wasn’t alone. Demetri was here, nestled against me in my bed. A smile danced on my lips as I wrapped my arms around myself, pulling the covers tight against my skin, shielding the heat of my body from the cool air. I turned slightly and felt him there, all of him pressed against my back, the undeniable evidence of his desire pushing insistently against me like a force of nature. My heart raced as I allowed myself to sink closer into his warmth, the intoxicating heat between us igniting every nerve ending. But this blissful cocoon was destined to break. The faint sound of footsteps creaked softly on the carpet outside my door, a harbinger of reality intruding upon our sanctuary. My mother was home from wherever her night had led her, and my chest tightened at
Just the sight of Armando ignited a fierce anger within me, stirring a reckless impulse to lash out. In a fit of defiance, I texted Demetri. My fingers flew across the screen, a careless flirtation fueled by my memories of that electric kiss we shared one fateful night. I could still feel how his body had entwined with mine, how the moment had stretched longer than necessary until my mother’s abrupt interruption shattered our world.I sent off the message and slipped my phone into my purse, my heart racing as the last police officer exited the hospital. A cute cop named Roland handed me his card, his blue eyes glimmering with unspoken promise. “We’ll have a patrol car parked outside in case any of the Reapers Crew decides to return,” he said, his tone reassuring.“Thank you. That makes me feel a bit safer,” I replied, forcing a smile while my insides twisted. As Roland turned back toward his cruiser, I couldn’t shake the conflicting emotions. I huffed and stepped onto the sidewalk, th
She didn’t look at me the same way anymore, and I knew it was all my fault. The torment I put her through still clawed at my insides, but that wasn’t even the worst of it—Adriana hung over me like a specter, a secret she would never know. The guilt twisted like a knife in my gut, but right now, I had bigger fish to fry: finding Reaper.I followed Demetri outside, the cold air biting at my skin, when I saw the first patrol car creeping into the deserted parking lot. A chill ran down my spine. This was only the beginning; I could feel the storm brewing. The way the car rolled in made it clear they were suspicious. An investigation was inevitable, and I knew all eyes would land on us—sitting ducks in this godforsaken hospital parking lot, exposed and likely caught on camera.Anger simmered beneath my skin, igniting something primal as I kicked the stand out from under my bike. The engine roared to life, a feral growl that drowned out my fears. I shot after Demetri as he peeled out of the
I exhale sharply, pushing the tension from my chest as I stride toward the nurses' station. I settle into my seat, fingers tightening around the folder of patient charts, the weight of responsibility heavy in my grip. As I boot up the computer, the familiar hum of machinery fills the air, providing a false sense of normalcy. I dive into the reports for their release and daily charts, letting the rhythm of typing ground me until a voice pulls me abruptly from my focus.To my left stands a young woman, strikingly pretty with dark hair twisted into a clip, her brown eyes darting around the bustling emergency room. She wears mauve scrubs—the unmistakable uniform of the Neonatal department—an island of color amid the sea of blue that surrounds me. Her presence feels out of place, like a whisper intruding on a storm.She’s speaking animatedly with a new nurse who just clocked in—one I barely noticed while I was preparing to inject Reaper with air into his IV. The Neonatal nurse's laughter ri
I let myself slip off the bed, my feet hitting the cool hardwood floor with a sharp thud that echoed in the silence. Each step toward the bathroom felt like a descent into another world, a pattern I knew too well. The moment I flicked on the light, it flooded the room, blinding me for an instant, but the harshness only magnified the chaos swirling inside.My body glistened under the light, droplets of sweat rolling off my shoulders and pooling against my skin, tracing an agonizing path toward my abdomen. There, the wound—now healed but marked by a scar—whispered tales of my encounter with Reaper. I rubbed my eyes, trying to dispel the haze of exhaustion, and cranked the cold water tap, splattering my face in a futile attempt to wash away the remnants of the night.“Come back to bed.” The voice, sultry and enticing, sliced through the darkness. A shadow emerged, morphing into Adriana as she stepped closer, her presence igniting a tumult of conflicting emotions within me. Her lips graze
I stare at my phone for a moment longer, then shove it into my pocket, feeling the weight of its secrets press against me. Turning to my mother, I force a smile, my heart racing beneath my calm facade. “Wish me luck!” I say, the words tumbling out with a mix of hope and desperation.Her smile is warm but tinged with an edge of worry as she moves in for a hug. “Good luck today!” she says, her voice steady but laced with unspoken fears.I pull away, gripping my purse tightly in one hand, my other hovering over the door handle like it’s a lifeline. As I step outside, I lean back in, my smile widening despite the knots in my stomach. “I’ll call you if I need a ride.”She nods, her eyes lingering on me as I close the door, watching until I see her car disappear from the lot. The moment the sound of her engine fades, I exhale, releasing the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The familiar swish of my scrubs fills the silence as I stride toward the entrance of the sterile hospital, the s
The rich, enticing aroma of breakfast slices through the haze of my dreams, pulling me abruptly from slumber. As I blink awake, reality crashes in: I’m back in my childhood bedroom at my mother’s, the familiar walls closing in like a cage. With a groan, I heave myself out of bed, my body protesting as I stretch, each crack and creak echoing through the silence. My gaze drifts to my bag, barely filled with the remnants of my life—clothes that likely carry the scent of neglect. I rummage through my old dresser, fingers diving deep into forgotten memories, finally unearthing a pair of sweatpants and a faded Nirvana T-shirt. I throw the shirt over my shoulders, feeling the fabric cling to me like a ghost from the past. My hair falls in wild strands around my neck as I twist it into a haphazard bun, giving up on perfection for the promise of comfort. Grabbing a laundry basket heavy with the weight of yesterday, I let the bedroom door fall shut behind me with a soft thud, then navigate t
Demetri and I rode back into Phoenix as the sun began to claw its way above the horizon, the cold air morphing into a warm embrace around us. As we entered the town, I felt an unsettling mixture of exhilaration and dread. I didn’t know the name of the apartment complex where Jake had stashed my belongings, but at that moment, it hardly mattered. All I had were my essentials: my wallet and my father’s photograph. Everything else was expendable; I could replace a phone, even find a new place to live. Demetri veered off Park View Highway and pulled into a weathered diner nestled between a Walmart and a tire shop, the neon sign flickering in the early morning light. He killed the engine and leaned back, his gaze locking onto me as I hastily gathered my hair into a tight ponytail, steeling myself for whatever lay ahead.“I’m starving. Aren’t you?” he asked, his voice gravelly and low, as he swung his leg over the bike and reached out for me with his left hand. I grasped it tentatively, all
The wind howled, cold and furious, as it whipped across my cheeks with a relentless speed. I flung my purse onto the seat of my old, beat-up 2005 Camry and shoved the keys into the ignition with such force that I feared they might snap off in the keyhole. Anger boiled inside me at the thought of Barbra getting the promotion instead of me. I had worked my ass off for months, sacrificing my free time and dedicating myself to the patients who came in every night just to prove to Marco that I was ready. And yet, here I was, watching someone else take the opportunity I deserved. Screw this...I cranked the engine, and it barely started, the battery in desperate need of replacement—something I couldn't afford. As usual, I could barely scrape together enough for gas for this piece of junk, and now I was facing the prospect of a new battery too.Interning never pays well, but what was I expecting? A job? I rolled my eyes as I clicked on the left turn signal, steering toward my rundown apartm...
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