The VP's Ruined Bride

I married the Devil's Ledger VP when I was nineteen. Eight years later, I came home to bury my mother and burn his whole world down. Wren Halliday walked out of Cypress Hollow with a busted hand and her wedding ring on the passenger seat. Now she's back with a federal subpoena and eight years of grudge. Dax Coyle is still the club's VP, still sleeps in the room they shared, still keeps her ring on his keychain like a wound he refuses to close. When he finds out the auditor the feds hired is his wife, he has to choose: the patch that made him, or the woman he broke. He chooses her. The club chooses fire. The grovel is long. The second chance is earned. The ride home is on the back of a bike with no club colours on it.