Bent at the Altar: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance
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I'LL DRAG HER TO THE ALTAR AND BEND HER OVER RIGHT THERE.
The pretty doctor never asked for me to enter her life.
But fate brought me here.
And I've laid down my claim.
This one is mine now.
She can blame my brother for all this, if she wants to.
He's the one who got poisoned and ended up half-dead on her operating table.
That's where it all started.
But once I got a glimpse of her sexy body in that lab coat, I knew exactly how it was going to end.
With the doctor bent over and my ring on her finger.
She saved my brother, so I have to thank her properly.
And I've got a couple filthy ideas in mind.
But it's not all fun and games with me.
It's a dangerous world.
And I'm a dangerous man.
She's gonna have to trust me if she wants to stay alive.
But I can make one promise I'll never, ever break:
As long as you're mine, baby…
No one is gonna lay a damn finger on you.
Because I'll kill any man who touches my wife.
