I shouldn’t want him as badly as I do. He’s a brute, a thug, an outlaw in a biker gang—and I’m the fed who’s going to take down his whole operation.
He’s not like the others, though, and when I am with him, I’m suddenly aware that I’m a woman first, and a federal agent second.
He makes me feel like no one else does—and I want more of that feeling.
She took care of me when I was injured. She’s fascinating, fierce.
And I’m pretty sure she’s a fucking fed.
I’m just supposed to take her out here and handle her. Fix this problem. But those eyes, that body, this woman—fuck.
She’s mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet.