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

Delia’s crying into her hands and Maeve kneels at her feet, sweeping around her as carefully as she can. “Delia.” I scoop her up into my arms like a bridegroom, her skirts a swirl above Maeve’s head, just to get her out of all that glass. 


I take two steps towards the stairs, intent on taking her to the attic and getting her washed up, we can talk there, but I’m not as strong as I think I am and the scars across my back feel like constricting bands, pulling my skin taut, until my muscles scream in protest at my sister’s weight in my arms. “Damn, girl,” I huff.


That brings a muffled giggle, at least it’s something. “Put me down, silly.” 


I don’t listen. Instead I navigate around Maeve to the sink, and only when I bump against it do I lower Delia down onto the stainless steel counter top. She tries to slide off. “Dae, really—”


Chapter 18