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

As the mattress settles across his back he winces, and I frown at the blood staining his shirt. Fuck his men, Delia’s taking a look at him next. “Coby, maybe you shouldn’t—”


But I see the pain shining brightly in his eyes and I don’t believe him. 


Still, I let him help me with the mattress, and together we manage to get it into the tiny closet beneath the stairs. It overhangs the edge of the cot by a good three inches and bunches a little bit at one end where it crams up against the wall, but when I sit down, that seems to straighten it out. We can make this work,I think, smiling up at him.


The words dry up in my throat when I notice how ashen his face is, despite the warm glow from the lamp by the cot. “Coby?” 


I take one of his hands in both of mine. His fingers are cold, his eyes unusually dark, unreadable. He touches his side where blood clots on his shirt, leans forward a little, shakes his head like he’s trying to clear it and can’t—


Chapter 92