Born On The Back Of His Bike

I was the club's medic. I patched Kade Warren's cuts, warmed his bed, and loved him in secret. Then I found out I was pregnant, calculated the odds of raising a child in the Black Spoke MC, and ran. Seven years and twelve states later, a highway accident brings me back to his territory — with our daughter in the passenger seat. Kade sees her green eyes and knows. He wants us. The club wants me gone. And the one thing I promised myself I'd never do — trust a biker with my life — is the only thing that can save us now. This time, I'm not running. I'm riding.