I’m not a hero
Cole
My heart belongs to my club and nowhere else. I don’t love, and my only commitment is to my brothers.
Until Nicole.
She was supposed to be just another job—but more importantly, off limits.
… But that was before I pulled her in my bed.
Now, I can’t get her out of my mind.
I want her to scream my name.
I need her begging for more.
She thinks I’m just a thug to keep her in line.
But that won’t stop me from making her MINE.
Nicole
Life on the street has turned me into what I am today: a call girl.
All I wanted was out, but what I got instead was Cole Porter.
Six-foot-four and covered in tats, Cole’s the strong-arm biker meant to keep me in line and keep unruly customers at arm’s length.
My protector and jailer.
I’m not supposed to talk to him.
I’m not supposed to look at him.
I’m not supposed to run my hands along his hard body.
… and I’m definitely not supposed to beg him to make me HIS.
