I had one way to survive—on my back.
A girl’s gotta get by,
and the only way to stay alive was by selling myself to the Hell’s Disciples.
I told myself it was just a job,
that all men were the same.
But when I’m given to Mason for the night,
there’s something different about him.
The tattoos covering his shoulders,
his intense eyes . . .
There’s one problem:
If the Disciples discover their club girl has fallen for a rival,
neither of us will make it out alive.