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*The men who watch over me wear leather cuts and ride steel chariots. Each of them is interchangeable, except him. The guy who sits next to me now.
If they’re angels, he must be God.
His knights. Their commander.
Seven.
Seven is my guilty pleasure…
**Isabelle** *
I was fourteen years old when my father passed. Even now, years later, the gaping void in my life threatens to consume me. All I have left are my sketchpad, my memories, and my watchers. My silent knights. They’re supposed to keep me safe, but they failed. Now, I have nowhere else to go, so I stay and try to fight my attraction to the man old enough to be my father. The man who replaced him as president of the Knights of Mayhem motorcycle club. But, as much as I try,
I can’t seem to resist…
***Axle** *
Trey would kick my ass. She’s always been important—she’s my best friend’s daughter—but I was busy with other shit, like running the motorcycle club Trey left to me so he could care for her. When he died, I could barely bring myself to remember he left a living, breathing human behind, let alone watch over her. But when there was no other choice, no one else to watch her, I had to step in. And now, I can’t stop thinking about this girl who’s too young and too off-limits… I’m f*cked.

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