Two Of A Kind by Alivia Grayson

Trace:
My name is Trace. You’ve heard of me, none of it good.
I’m a cheat, and I’m not even ashamed of it.
I’m not worthy of love. When I had it, I threw it away like it was nothing to me. Willow was very important to me, just not important enough to keep my d**k in my pants. She left me for someone else, but that’s okay, I moved onto the next b**ch in less than an hour.
When the club buys a new strip club, and I’m put on security, all I can do is stare at the beauty on stage. Fallon is everything I look for in a woman and nothing at all at the same time. She’s beautiful, yes, but she’s also sassy, strong-willed, and not afraid to call me out on my shit.
She draws me in like no woman ever has before. However, Fallon has more baggage than anyone I’ve ever known. She’s looking for her father while trying to grieve her brother. I want to help her, but Fallon has other ideas.
It’s not like I want to feel anything for a girl more than ten years my junior, but Fallon is a manipulative b**ch and knows how to wrap even me around her little finger. I thought she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Looks like I’m the fool this time, and whom do I have to blame but myself?
Doesn’t everyone get what’s coming to them in the end?
When Fallon disappears, all I want to do is find her and save her. However, you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. She chose the enemy, dumped her responsibilities on the Snakes, and now she’ll rot in hell with the piece of shit she claims to love!

Fallon:
I’m not going to pretend that my life has been terrible, even though it has. I lived through it, I’m a survivor. However, I have longed to find my father since the day my big brother told me about him. Though he never told me our fathers name, that was one thing Scott couldn’t remember. We were so young when our mother took us away from our father, and she never spoke about him, nor did she allow us to either. My brother searched for years for the man his memories told him was the only person who ever loved us, though Scott always came up empty-handed.
My brother took me from foster care when I was fourteen and took me on the run. He wanted to be the one to care for me, though he knew the authorities would never give him custody. He was eighteen, had no job, and no home of his own. However, he made sure to find us a place to live, and for three years, Scott took care of me. right up until he was gunned down and left me all alone in the world.
I know that I’ll never find my father now that my brother is gone, but I found Trace, and I’d be a liar if I said he didn’t make me feel something special. I cannot be with him, however, I have to protect the only other person that means anything to me in this life. Brick, the president of my brother’s old motorcycle club, makes damn sure I can never leave him. He makes sure the Snakes Henchmen want my head on a spike. I have no one now but my tormentor, and he won’t give me up for anything. I’m trapped with no way out, with a man who beats and humiliates me.
It’s what I deserve though, right?