Havoc by Hope Stone

I’m the man with the iron fists on a bike, and I raise Havoc
She had that good girl image down pat, but I knew it was a lie.
The story was written in her azure eyes and hidden in her sexy body.
One whisky later and I was a goner.
The Mayor’s daughter; a taste of forbidden fruit with links to dismantle or elevate our whole organization to the next level.
I had problems of my own. A rival gang alliance that left me for dead on the side of the road.
Never mind the cops working to infiltrate and take down our whole New Mexico chapter.
My fighting spirit wasn’t about to lay down without a fight. There’s always one more round.
Do Havoc and the Mayor’s daughter have what it takes to finish the round?
Or will outside forces break them apart for good?