I’ve loved Isaiah for as long as I can remember, but sometimes love isn’t enough. Not when the pull of serving our country is my competition. With no other choice, I rebuild myself and focus my attention on the clients of the Broken Rebel Brotherhood, the people who need the club’s help. I even date other guys in an effort to circumvent the heartache. It works for a while but eventually, the past comes back in the form of muscles, tats and so much baggage.
Isaiah is no longer the boy I loved. He’s a man that oozes sin and pain. His eyes tell a story that I’m not sure I’m up to hearing. Why then is it so hard to turn my back on him? And why in the hell is he the only person my soul calls out to when I’m in trouble?
Leaving my family and Tillie was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But duty called and I had to answer. Especially if I want to be the president of the Broken Rebel Brotherhood and fill my dad’s very large shoes. When a bombing sends me back to the only place I’ve ever called home, I mistakenly think that everything will magically be the same.
Not only has everything changed, but Tillie has moved on. She’s become a woman I don’t recognize, a woman who spends her days proving she doesn’t need me. But I know her better than she knows herself. And danger lurks in the shadows, threatening her existence, whether she wants to admit it or not. I will stop at nothing to protect her, to show her that we still belong together.
Fighting for my country was my duty. Fighting for Tillie is everything.
I make my way through the main living room and down the hall to the library, where church is held and where I know my parents will be. When I reach the doors, I take a deep breath and grab the handle. Before I can turn the knob, the door swings open and my jaw drops.
Wide blue eyes stare back at me in shock. My mouth goes dry and my brain seems to shut down. Words are impossible, as is any coherent thought. I don’t even register what’s happening until a tiny fist connects with my cheek and my head flies sideways.
I shake off the pain, both physical and emotional, and glare at the pissed off woman in front of me. Finally, the cobwebs clear and I manage to form a smile, even if it’s only to taunt her.
“Nice to see you too, Tillie.”