

Gamble clings to two things: the Riot MC brotherhood and a grudge against his sister’s attacker. When his grudge brings danger to an innocent woman, it sends him into a tailspin. Dumping a woman at the clubhouse —as a message for Gamble— enrages the Riot MC brothers, but Gamble risks his life in order to mete out vengeance.
Gamble’s fingers traced soothing patterns on my back. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling. I wanted to ask what he was thinking about, but that was a bad question to ask any man.
His eyes slid toward me. “I told you a little about my parents yesterday.”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“When I said they were neglectful, I wasn’t joking.”
I leaned up to look him in the eyes. “Believe me, I didn’t think you were.”
His hand came up and guided my head back to his shoulder. “That’s good, Victoria.” After a moment, he continued. “I mention it because there was no man in my life to talk to me about women, and damn sure not about love.”
“Okay,” I drawled.
“Don’t know if it’s the extreme nature of the shit swirling around us, or if it’s a little like what your Uncle Mick said, but there’s something… more between us than what I’m used to, Victoria.”
I nodded against his shoulder. “I think I get what you’re saying, but what did you mean by ‘what Uncle Mick said’?”
I felt and heard his chuckle. “Said he argued with your aunt the first time he saw her, didn’t he?”
I smiled. “Yeah.”
“Well… I don’t think it’s the conventional way to win a woman’s heart, but then again, I’ve never been very conventional.”
I laughed and tried to roll away, but he held me close. From under my lashes, I gazed up at him. “I didn’t think you wanted to win my heart.”
He gave me a squeeze. “Can’t win you if I don’t win your heart too. Can I?”
That took my breath away. “I don’t know,” I whispered.
His eyes softened. “Yeah, you do know.” He leaned down and gave me a lazy, sweet kiss. “Let’s get some sleep.”


























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