Her Reluctant Handler

Dell Marchetti buried her brother in the desert and left the Blackspur MC behind her. The club buried the debt instead. Now there's something in the back room of the clubhouse that won't kneel to a president — something chained to a wall, half-shifted, wrong in every way the kuttes say is right. And Dell's job is to handle it. Problem is, she's the only thing in that room it tolerates. Which makes her the club's best leash — and its next casualty. When the lab that made him and the rival charter that wants him both close in, Dell and Tor steal a bike and run. Halfway to Texas, in a motel room with the lights off, she finds out exactly what happens when the monster stops holding back. The answer isn't what the club thought. And neither is she.