MEAGAN: He's a pressure valve set to explode. A little steam and I wound up scalded. What's gonna happen when he blows? It's ok. I can handle this, cause I want to handle him. But don't I deserve more? Don't I deserve a man who won't hurt me? He can't hide me from the light forever. One day I'll wan
Grey (Storm's Soldiers MC Book 2)
β Scribed by Notaro, Paige
- Book ID
- 108273600
- Year
- 2014
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 62 KB
- Series
- Storm's Soldiers MC 2
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
MEAGAN: I see him for what he is now - the worst kind of guy imaginable. As if being a biker weren't bad enough, he's in with racists too? What a damn fool I was letting him in so deep. Why? Just cause he was hot. And cause he treated me well. And cause he whispered sweet things to me. Cause no matter how far apart we started, we were winding closer, faster than with any other guy I've ever been with before. I need him out of my life. I know that. So why can't I let him goβ¦ VAUGHN: The truth had to come out sometime. What we had could never last. I had my fun, tried what I should have never had. Now, I'm free again. But I don't want freedom. I want her. I can fix this. She's not too far gone to see there's more than just fireworks between us. Winning her will cost me though. The Soldiers will never let us be. There will come a day of reckoning. I can't be who I was and be who she makes me want to be. But Iβm damn well gonna try.
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