Broken

This is what I signed up for. I knew it from the start. I'm the newest prospect for the Deathstalkers MC Club. I'll do whatever they ask--whenever they want it done. No questions. I'll take their bullshit and follow orders, like nobody's business. Cuz once I get that patch, that label, I'm in. But when one of the old ladies takes in a stray, I can't help but feel the pull toward her. Izzy makes me question everything. But I can't. I have to sit back and pray like Hell that someone else, One of these bastards doesn't claim her for himself. If he does, I have to let her go, Let her walk away, Into his arms, His bed. And I can't do that. Deathstalker prospect or not, I know what I want, And I want her.