Kennedy

I was paying off a debt. One that wasn’t mine. But when your father screws over an outlaw motorcycle club and then disappears with their money, you have two choices. Pay with your body, or pay with your blood. With a little sister to protect, I did what I had to. I gave them me. REPO I was born a protector. Whatever it took, I did it. My family, my brothers and the club’s name—I made sure that anyone who crossed us, or at least anyone who tried, learned quickly why they shouldn’t. Seeing her sitting at the bar, I was drawn to her. Her scars, her bruises, and the light around her. Without knowing me, she instantly had my back. So it was only fair I had hers. She walked in with the enemy. But there was no way in hell I was letting her walk out with them.