Reaper

The Shackled Sons don’t bow, break, or beg. Their creed is simple—Ride Unbound. No Mercy. Freedom Above All.
But threaten what’s theirs, and they become the monsters you whisper about.
In the end, only one rule matters: No Mercy.

Rowan
When the men my ex-boyfriend owes come after me for payment, I know I’m not safe.
They own the cops. They own the city.
There’s only one place no one will touch me…the Shackled Sons MC clubhouse.
And only one man there no one dares cross.

Wyatt “Reaper” Jameson.
Cold. Lethal. Untouchable.
And my ex-boyfriend’s father.

I tell myself I’m here for protection. That I won’t notice how his gaze follows me like a loaded gun…or how safe I feel under his watch.

Reaper
They thought using her would draw my son out. They were wrong.
Rowan is under my protection now.
And anyone who comes for her isn’t sending a message…

They’re signing their death warrant.