The Oath We Take

She’s the one woman I can never have. Now, I’m the only man who can keep her alive. Ember Being the daughter of a motorcycle club president means two things—power and protection. But it also comes with one unbreakable rule: No biker touches the president's daughter and lives to tell about it. Which means Hudson "Atom" Addams, the club’s brooding enforcer and the man I’ve loved half my life, will never be mine. Until the Bratva rolls into town, demanding protection money. Now, my father is forcing me to accept Atom's protection. Close quarters. Late nights. And the one man I swore I’d never beg for again. Atom Five years ago, the woman of my dreams laid her heart at my feet. I wanted to claim her. Keep her. Make her mine. Instead, I let her go. Butcher’s warning was clear—touch his daughter, and I’d be dead before sunrise. So I buried my need for her and turned my back. Now, the Bratva is making a play for her bar. And to make matters worse, she’s got a boyfriend. I should walk away. I should let her go. But I’m not that strong. Protecting her means breaking the rules. Claiming her means starting a war. And I’ll burn this town to the ground before I let her slip away again.

She’s the one woman I can never have. Now, I’m the only man who can keep her alive. Ember Being the daughter of a motorcycle club president means two things—power and protection. But it also comes with one unbreakable rule: No biker touches the president's daughter and lives to tell about it. Which means Hudson "Atom" Addams, the club’s brooding enforcer and the man I’ve loved half my life, will never be mine. Until the Bratva rolls into town, demanding protection money. Now, my father is forcing me to accept Atom's protection. Close quarters. Late nights. And the one man I swore I’d never beg for again. Atom Five years ago, the woman of my dreams laid her heart at my feet. I wanted to claim her. Keep her. Make her mine. Instead, I let her go. Butcher’s warning was clear—touch his daughter, and I’d be dead before sunrise. So I buried my need for her and turned my back. Now, the Bratva is making a play for her bar. And to make matters worse, she’s got a boyfriend. I should walk away. I should let her go. But I’m not that strong. Protecting her means breaking the rules. Claiming her means starting a war. And I’ll burn this town to the ground before I let her slip away again.