I get what's mine. As the gun lay heavily in his hand, the weight of it was nothing compared to the pressure his father had put on him and the Vipers Creed Motorcycle Club year after year, dragging them all down in the process. Cade had two choices: the club or his father. The club won. It took a particular kind of man to kill his blood, but Cade had always believed in doing what was right for the club. To him, it was a small sacrifice to make things normal for him and his brothers. Then, when Trixie strode into his club, his normal was shot straight to hell. Nobody steals from me. When an employee stole from her, Trix Lamasters could have let it go. She could have let the thief fade into the background and chalk up the missing cash as a loss. She was Trix, after all—she always landed on her feet. But that wasn't her style. She was too stubborn, too damn proud. No one stole from her and lived to tell about it. With pride, though, came consequences, and Cade Baker was hers. Contains mature themes.