Corrupting Innocence

Catacomb I'm not one of those men who has ever needed a revolving door of women to make me happy. I'd had my fair share in my younger days, when I first became President of the Smoky Mountain Regulators MC. But, I always knew I wanted an ol' lady. The Queen to my King. My ride or die. And I found her. She literally tripped over a curb and fell into my arms. She was everything I needed . . . more than I could ever have asked for. Then a war with another club and a car fire took her from me. I may have got revenge on the men who killed her, but nothing heals the pain festering in my soul without her. Until I meet Layla. She's too young, too innocent, and too beautiful. For her twenty-first birthday, her friends rent the VIP section at the bar I frequent with my men, and I can't take my eyes off her. When her friends leave her alone and drunk, and some scum try to take advantage of her . . . she ends up in my arms and wakes up in my bed. No matter what I do, I can't stop thinking about her. I may not want another ol' lady but when those same men come for her again, I'll be damned if they're going to touch what's mine. And Layla is mine, whether she's ready to be or not.