Locked By the Treasurer
Federal agents want me in a cage, but the scarred giant in the black truck just claimed me.
He snapped a man’s wrist just for touching my car door.
I’m a forensic auditor framed for a federal crime.
Elias Gunnar is the cold, calculating treasurer of the Broken Halos MC.
He’s a mountain of muscle who counts my breaths to keep from losing control.
He locks us in an underground vault for seventy-two hours to find a digital mole.
I’m all pink cardigans and neon pens; he’s gunmetal gray and lethal PTSD.
When his restraint snaps, he pins me against a metal cabinet and devours me.
Elias doesn’t just want to save me from the Feds.
He wants to mark me as his and fill me with his future.
Am I his lucky rescue, or the prey he’s never letting go?
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