Biker gangs known as regulators rule the streets of a war-torn city with hate and pain -- their cruelty is etched into every inch of Dae's battered body. He has never known anything but hurt from the hands of men ... until he meets Coby.<br><br>When the new regulator rides into town and takes an interest in him, Dae is unwilling to believe that anyone who is a regulator can be a gentle, caring lover.<br><br>Is Coby strong enough to protect Dae and his sister Delia when there's hell to pay in the form of McBane?

Scarred

At least this Coby kid hasn’t made any threats like that, not yet.


Alone, he comes back in from the night amid rude laughter. He slides into a corner booth, watches as I bolt the door behind him. Outside the motorbikes come alive, the roar of their engines easily masking his friends’ lewd comments. I pretend I don’t see the gestures they make when they look my way. I pull the shades, turn off the signs, wipe down the tables and chairs. “It’ll be a few minutes,” I tell him, just to fill the silence that stretches between us.


I feel his gaze like a hand on my body, roaming down my back, around the curve of my ass, over my hips. He stares openly at me and my skin feels hot, too tight, dry as tinder beneath the flame of a match. 


I pray Delia doesn’t venture down here before he’s gone. She doesn’t need to see me like this, objectified in his presence.


Chapter 8