| Author: | Roxanne Greening |
| Genre: | Contemporary Romance |
| File Name: | craving-zane-by-roxanne-greening.epub |
| Original Title: | Craving Zane (The Grimm Brothers MC Book 4) |
| Creator: | Roxanne Greening |
| Language: | en |
| Identifier: | MOBI-ASIN:B07MLMZKMW |
| Date: | 1547827200 |
| File Size: | 300996.608 |
I was owned. Property. Collateral. Those are the words that now define me. Three harsh soul retching words. Tori I was left to pay a debt that I didn’t ask for. I didn’t get to spend the riches or leave town as the hounds of hell were nipping at my heels. No that was my dad, and I was the unlucky victim of said hellhounds. They came to my door in the middle of the night. I heard the roar of their motorcycles as they came down the road. They were like reapers out to claim souls, and one of them was mine. The moment I opened the door I knew it was over. My little life was gone. In one fleeting moment, I became a caregiver to my sixteen-year-old sister and property of a motorcycle club. I knew they watched her, drooling like the dogs they were. To keep her and myself safe, I agreed to five years of service and three rules abide by. Don’t talk to anyone about anything. Don’t ever talk to the cops, personally or otherwise. And don’t talk back. Rules to live by. I kept my head down, my legs closed, and the bar running the best I could. Then he walked in. Greek god with golden hair and amber eyes. I wanted to save him. I tried to warn him, but he kept coming back. If only I knew he was one of them. If only I knew he was going to destroy everything. Zane I was the president of my club, a title I didn’t want. I was tasked with discovering if one of our smaller alliance chapters had gone rogue. They weren’t 100% sure, and I needed to dig deep to find out. Call it a gift to further our standing. The Bloody Saints MC needed to clean house without the backlash. I could have sent someone else. I should have sent anyone else. I should have walked back out and never looked back, but those blue eyes pleaded for help. Her long brown hair framing her delicate face had my blood pumping and this primal need to take her, to own her, and to never let her go. They thought they owned her. Wrong. She was mine the moment she parted those pretty lips and begged me to save myself. She sealed her fate. Will he destroy her world? Sweep her up into the storm of blood and bullets? Or will he save her and make her his?
