The Biker Who Chose His Club

Ranger was my whole world until the night the Serpents called a vote and he chose the patch over me. I left Bitterroot with nothing but a duffel bag and a busted heart. Five years later he walks into my diner with a bullet in his shoulder and his own club on his tail. I should hand him to the wolves. I patch him up instead, then make him sleep in the shed. But when the Serpents come for him, they come for me too. And I have to decide if the man who chose his club over me is worth choosing back.