Wren Callahan spent her whole life trying to become invisible. Not easy when your last name still opens doors at every clubhouse from here to the state line. Her father built the Iron Vale MC into a legend before he died protecting it. Her plan was never to run the empire he left behind. Her plan was simpler than that:?? Finish nursing school. ?? Save enough to buy a plane ticket with no return date. ?? Vanish so completely that nobody in a leather cut ever finds her again.
Then Cade Marsh took over the gavel, and every plan she'd ever made caught fire. He's not the reckless kind of dangerous. He's worse, the quiet kind, the kind who watches a room before he ever speaks in it, who took command of Iron Vale not by shouting the loudest but by being the last man standing when it mattered. He remembers her from before. From a summer she'd rather forget, from a promise neither of them was old enough to keep.
He's not interested in the woman she's been pretending to be for six years.?? He doesn't want her compliance. He wants the girl underneath it who never actually stopped fighting. ?? He doesn't care that she bought the ticket. He's already planning the life that keeps her from using it. ?? He doesn't ask what's his. He's spent years deciding, and he's done waiting to claim it. She built a whole life around getting away from men exactly like him.
He built a whole club around making sure she never gets the chance. Some legacies you run from. Some come find you, wrap a hand around the back of your neck, and remind you exactly where you belong.
Wren Callahan spent her whole life trying to become invisible. Not easy when your last name still opens doors at every clubhouse from here to the state line. Her father built the Iron Vale MC into a legend before he died protecting it. Her plan was never to run the empire he left behind. Her plan was simpler than that:?? Finish nursing school. ?? Save enough to buy a plane ticket with no return date. ?? Vanish so completely that nobody in a leather cut ever finds her again.
Then Cade Marsh took over the gavel, and every plan she'd ever made caught fire. He's not the reckless kind of dangerous. He's worse, the quiet kind, the kind who watches a room before he ever speaks in it, who took command of Iron Vale not by shouting the loudest but by being the last man standing when it mattered. He remembers her from before. From a summer she'd rather forget, from a promise neither of them was old enough to keep.
He's not interested in the woman she's been pretending to be for six years.?? He doesn't want her compliance. He wants the girl underneath it who never actually stopped fighting. ?? He doesn't care that she bought the ticket. He's already planning the life that keeps her from using it. ?? He doesn't ask what's his. He's spent years deciding, and he's done waiting to claim it. She built a whole life around getting away from men exactly like him.
He built a whole club around making sure she never gets the chance. Some legacies you run from. Some come find you, wrap a hand around the back of your neck, and remind you exactly where you belong.