Satan’s Knights MC New York

They're called one-night stands for a reason. If you're lucky, there's a lot of mind-blowing sex and then you never have to see or speak to the person again. It's fun and uncomplicated. In my case, Bash hightailed it to the airport the next morning, so I definitely never expected to run into the former prospect for the Charon MC again. But when his mother passed, he dragged his pipes all the way from Texas to New York, and now he's crashing at the Satan's Knights clubhouse. Which also happens to be where I work and the scene of our one-night crime.

One way or another, all men pay for their crimes. Some do their time locked in a cage, while others meet their due karma without a judge or a jury. My debt to society is almost paid, and soon I'll be free to get my son the justice he deserves. Justice he wouldn't be due if only I had done my job as his father and protected him. There's just one hitch, and her name is Charlotte.

Walking the line, exercising self-control, and respecting boundaries was never my thing. Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife - the number-one rule you don't break when you're a prospect for the Satan's Knights. I fell in love with the former vice president's wife. A lethal mistake on my behalf that only left me bitter and standing on the edge of an overpass. I would've jumped if it hadn't been for the terrified girl, crying on the other side of the fence. She was 17 and the district attorney's daughter. She was also pregnant with my little brother's baby.