Diesel's Secret Heir

I never told Diesel about the baby. He was too dangerous then, and I was too proud. Five years later, I towed his abandoned motorcycle into his garage with our two-year-old on my hip, and he did the math before the engine cooled. He wants to be a father. He wants me back. The Ash Dogs are on the brink of a war that could kill him, and I told him the truth: I'll let him in, but only if he survives. The war came. He survived. Barely. And now I have to decide whether to trust the man who left a bike in my lot and a baby in my belly and never looked back. Turns out he did look back. He just never thought he deserved to find us.