Wrath by Dani Wyatt

Why doesn’t anyone pray for Satan?

He needs it. But so do I, because Kristina Joy Kennedy is killing me. It’s been a year since I first saw her, wearing a white dress, blonde hair braided back with a cute pink bow at the bottom, walking into the church across the street from the Ride or Die bar. A year since my heart came alive. A year since she first told me to get lost.
We are worlds apart. I’m the chaplain of the Heartlands MC, and she runs the food pantry at her father’s church. I’m no saint and I’ve got the blood on my hands to prove it. She wants nothing to do with me and I don’t blame her.
Only, when someone sets the church on fire, and she’s trapped inside? Everything changes. I’m done waiting. You never know if tomorrow will come and I’ve wasted too many tomorrows already.

I’m coming for you, Kristina. God help us all.