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  Navy turned to Karly and said, “Ma Ma Ma up.”

  While the family laughed again, Karly swooped Navy into her arms and knelt on the ground with Maverick. “I love you to the moon and back.” She pressed a kiss to his mouth, and he slid the ring on her finger, joy filling him over and over again.

  He let her dad help him up, only a slight slip of foolishness moving through him. But he’d learned to accept help when he needed it. First from Geezer all those years ago. Then from his brothers in the club. Now from Karly and her family.

  “We love you so much,” Olivia said, pressing her lips to Maverick’s cheek. “You two are perfect for each other.”

  “Da Da Dad,” Navy babbled, and he took her from Karly so she could hug her siblings.

  “That’s right, Navy-bear,” he said as she laid down on his shoulder and hugged him. “I’m going to be your dad.” And he’d never been happier to be on the beach with this child and the woman he loved.

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  Sneak Peek! BURN Chapter One

  Tyson Pike stood in the doorway leading to his room, the sight before him turning his stomach. Oh, how he hated the sight of his motorcycle club, and even thinking that could get him killed.

  The other boys had enjoyed themselves last night at the start-of-summer party. Tyson had made sure everyone had what they needed, especially Daddy, and then he’d disappeared into the woods that surrounded the clubhouse where the members of the Hawks Motorcycle Club lived, drank, partied, and more.

  The “more” spread out in front of Tyson, the vice-president of the club, and a sigh leaked from his mouth. But he ground his teeth together and dug in like the animal he’d been nicknamed for.

  Bulldog found the trash bags in the kitchen—really just a long, galley-style area that separated itself from the main room with a counter. A dozen barstools sat along the length of the wood, and it currently held bottles and cans and red plastic cups.

  Trash first. Bulldog knew that better than almost anyone, as he’d been cleaning up after his brethren in the club for a while now. Yes, Daddy employed a couple of girls to clean, but Bulldog had told them not to come if they valued their freedom. Their virginity. Their easy lives without drugs, without hard men with tattoos and ruthless demands, and without the fear of how they’d ever get away from this place.

  Bulldog had been in with the Hawks for seventeen years now, and at first, he’d enjoyed the thrill of it all. He’d worked hard as a pledge, followed all the rules, and as time had gone on, he’d moved up in the club. Whenever he’d grown tired of the lifestyle, he reminded himself of why he’d joined in the first place.

  To keep his sisters safe. He absolutely couldn’t have JJ or Lila here, doing anything with the men he spent his time with. And with their father out of the picture and their mother on a fast-track toward a serious drug addiction, Tyson would’ve done anything to keep his sisters away from the Hawks.

  Even becoming one himself.

  It was that bulldog tendency inside himself again, making quick and tough decisions at the same time. Decisions that had kept him here for five years longer than he would’ve liked to be.

  He picked up cups, napkins, wrappers, and garbage, the silence in the club grating against his nerves. It was never quiet in the club after noon, but before then, the only noise was that of the heater in the winter or the air conditioner in the morning.

  In May, neither was running, and the silence would slowly drive Bulldog mad. He left the full trash bag at the end of the bar and stepped around it to the narrow alley between the counter on the kitchen area, which included a sink, range, fridge, and a lot of cupboards.

  He could usually find a box of graham crackers or a bag of chips in the kitchen, but for parties, Daddy employed a cook. Really, it was Rooster’s old lady, but she did make a mean plate of nachos, Bulldog’s favorite food.

  Bulldog fiddled with the volume button on the radio on the shelf above the sink, not wanting to wake anyone. Sure, he had friend here in the club, but he liked almost everyone here better when they were asleep.

  Especially Daddy.

  The music came on low, and Bulldog adjusted it again, facing the huge general room where the bikers hung out, played pool, watched movies, and had their parties. With a couple of hours of work, it would look like humans lived here instead of wild animals.

  He sang as he wiped, washed, gathered, and hauled trash out to the Dumpster on the side of the industrial building Daddy had designed and built with the drug money the club earned moving marijuana from the US to Canada.

  Bulldog hated the drug—all drugs—since seeing what it could lead to with his own mother. But once he’d learned what the Hawks really did behind closed doors and after dark, he’d been in too deep.

  You’ll find a way to get out, he promised himself as he went back inside the clubhouse, the morning still quite chilly though the sun was peeking over the tops of the trees now. Not a single cloud hovered in the sky, and Bulldog took a moment to inhale deeply, as if he could smell the west shore of the lake from here.

  If he walked through the woods about a quarter mile, he’d be able to see the lake, and he sometimes did that when he needed to get away from everything—especially what the Hawks did.

  As he went back inside, his thoughts wandered to Maverick Malone and the Sentinels, a rival motorcycle club of sorts, an hour south around the curve in the lake in the town of Forbidden Lake. Some of Bulldog’s best days had been spent down there, simply watching Mav’s club when Daddy suspected Karly Lydell of running to them for help after the death of her husband.

  They were some of the best days, because he’d been away from here. Away from Daddy’s stinking breath and complete paranoia. Bulldog did not get along with the president of the Hawks, but he was too powerful to overthrow without a carefully laid plan.

  Thankfully, Bulldog had started to work on one of those. With earplugs, he could be in bed by ten, and up by six o’clock, which was about two hours after everyone else in the club finally stumbled to bed. He’d had plenty of time in the morning hours to poke through things here and there, and he knew the real reason Derrick Lydell had been killed almost three years ago.

  If the other club members knew….

  Bulldog switched his thoughts to something else, because while he could lie if he had to, Daddy had a unique way of seeing everything Bulldog was thinking. He only allowed himself to consider calling a contest vote against Daddy once he had all the facts lined up.

  Unfortunately, it was a very slow process to uncover the little lies, the careful deceit Daddy had been accumulating for so long. But Bulldog would do it—his very name proved that. Once he grabbed onto something, his jaw would have to be broken for him to let go of it.

  He could hope that he didn’t crash and burn before he got out of this place.

  With the front door open, the breeze filtered inside, removing some of the stink from the air. Bulldog had the kitchen clean and the couch cushions straightened when one of his favorite songs came blasting through the speakers. He was surprised Noose or Rooster hadn’t come out and yelled at him to turn the music down.

  Their rooms were the closest to the main room, but he supposed they could buy earplugs as easily as him.

  The first person to come out into the main room while Bulldog was still singing and swishing a duster all over the place was Suzie, a petite blonde woman who’d been with the club for years.

  “I can hear you clear up on the second floor,” she said, pulling open the fridge though her biker had one in his room.

  “Sorry,” Bulldog said, though he was
n’t all that sorry. “Couldn’t sleep.”

  “You can never sleep past six,” Suzie said, pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge and twisting the cap. “It’s because you go to bed too early. And alone.” She lifted her eyebrows as if Bulldog cared what she thought about his love life. His non-existent love life.

  He didn’t have time for a girlfriend, for one. Number two, he didn’t want a biker club groupie in his face all the time. And number three, claiming an old lady would only tie him further to the Hawks, when he was trying to find a way out that didn’t end up with him—or his family—dead.

  “I’ll turn the music down,” he said, moving over to the radio and doing just that. Suzie drained her water, left the empty bottle on the counter he’d just cleaned and went back down the hall.

  Bulldog stared at her back, sure she could feel the lasers in his eyes. This place didn’t just clean itself up. He’d just deposited her bottle in the trashcan when another song came on.

  He wasn’t the greatest singer, and he knew it. But he sure did love to sing and riding a bike didn’t give him a lot of opportunities to just belt out lyrics. He didn’t today either, because he didn’t need more women telling him to be quiet when it was almost noon.

  His last chore became rinsing shot glasses and putting them in the dishwasher. He added a little shake of his hips to the end of the song and bent to put the last dishware in the machine.

  Behind him, someone started clapping, and Bulldog spun toward the sound already knowing who it would be.

  Daddy stood there, a wickedly perfect grin on his face, slow-clapping like Bulldog had just won a singing competition. He chuckled, but the man’s laughter could chill water into ice, and Bulldog gripped the counter behind him.

  He wasn’t exactly afraid of Daddy, but at the same time, he really was. It took real grit and authority to run an outlaw motorcycle club, and nobody crossed Daddy. Nobody.

  And Bulldog had already threatened him once, over a year ago, when he’d brought Karly Lydell to the club. And the whole fiasco with the tapes….

  Bulldog put it all out of his mind and smiled at the president of the club, his eyes immediately moving to the woman at his side.

  Because Bulldog went to bed before the parties ever really got started, he couldn’t’ say for sure if she’d been there or not.

  He was betting not, as this brunette had an air of innocence around her. Her dark curls reached to her elbows, and she put a tentative smile on her face.

  So she’d never been in a motorcycle club before. Bulldog wondered where Daddy had found her, and what he planned to do with her. His heart tapped faster in his chest as he moved down the length of the counter to greet them both.

  “Who’s this?” he asked as he came around the corner and sat on a barstool.

  “This here’s Dani,” Daddy said, beaming at her. “She has certain organizational skills.”

  Pure fear streamed from the woman, and Bulldog felt it sucker-punch him in the gut. Daddy reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear, and she cut her eyes toward him and back to Bulldog, a plea there he understood perfectly well.

  She possessed beauty in her high cheekbones and that heart-shaped face, and Bulldog wanted to tell her to get out of there. Never come back.

  Instead, he said, “Well, organization is my specialty too. I’ll take her off your hands.”

  Daddy didn’t look away from Dani, and Bulldog’s pulse went crazy. If the president wanted this woman, he’d have her, and Bulldog needed to distract him quickly.

  “I didn’t realize you were up and out this morning,” he said. Daddy never left the clubhouse. Never. “When did you go get Dani?”

  “I didn’t,” Daddy said, finally looking away from her. She took a small step sideways, trying to get away from his hands, and Bulldog’s protective genes kicked in.

  “How’d she get here then?” Bulldog asked. People didn’t just come to the Hawks clubhouse. Anyone who wasn’t a member had to be blindfolded on the way in, and only brought by a member in good standing.

  “She came last night.” Daddy purred at her again. “I heard she slept upstairs somewhere.”

  She did look a little rough around the edges, and her eyes seemed made of glass as they filled with tears. Daddy traced one finger down the side of her face, and Bulldog leapt off the barstool.

  “I’ll take her,” he said, striding forward. He paused in front of them, very aware of Daddy’s hungry eyes on him. He scanned Dani as if he were really assessing her, and then he said, “I like her. She’s mine.”

  “Yours?” Daddy asked.

  Bulldog met his eye, a challenge rising through him he absolutely could not let the other man see. “Yeah,” he said evenly. “I don’t have anyone. Haven’t in a while.” He shrugged. “She’s sexy. I’ll take her.”

  Daddy unlaced his arm from Dani’s and said, “Perfect.” He backed away, his eyes never leaving Bulldog’s, and then he turned, sauntering toward the hallway that led back to his private rooms.

  Bulldog watched his go, his heart sinking all the way to the soles of his boots. If Daddy wanted him to have Dani, there must be a reason.

  Perfect.

  What did that mean?

  “Thank you,” Dani said, blowing her breath out. “He’s creepy.”

  “And he’s not even the worst of them.” He trained his eyes on her, as if he’d be able to see if he could trust this woman or not. “Did you really stay here last night?”

  She nodded and looked away.

  “Did you…did something happen you didn’t want to have happen?”

  “No,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I found a room that was empty and slept on a bare mattress for a few hours.” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “I was trying to sneak out when he came up behind me.”

  Bulldog sighed. “Well, you’re in now, Dani. There’s no sneaking out.”

  “I have a son at home,” she said. “I can’t stay here.”

  “Who brought you?” Because Bulldog was going to get his airhorn and wake the moron up before he demanded to know what he’d been thinking, bringing a trembling, doe-eyed woman like this to the club.

  “I don’t know,” she said, swiping at her eyes. “He said I could make a hundred bucks. I needed the money.”

  Bulldog took a step closer to her, and he knew he was big and bearded and intimidating. But Dani didn’t shy away from him. Just held his gaze with tears in her eyes.

  “You only make money if you perform for them,” he said. “Is that what you want?”

  She shook her head, those pretty pink lips trembling. Just the fact that Bulldog had looked at her lips had him in a tailspin.

  “You need a job,” he said, and he wasn’t asking.

  She nodded, and Bulldog wondered if he’d gone crazy. Because he said, “Fine. You’re mine, okay? Anyone asks, and you say you belong to me. Then they won’t touch you. Number two, you’ll have to work here. I’ll find you something.”

  He turned and started in the opposite direction that Daddy had been going. He hoped he could find his sanity, because he should have this woman on the back of his bike, blindfolded, as he took her back to her son.

  Instead, he said, “Come see where you’re going to be staying while you’re here,” and he pushed open the door to his own suite of rooms.

  Ooh, we’re going to see the inside of an outlaw club as Bulldog tries to get out! I can’t wait to see if he and Dani can escape the talons of the Hawks…

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