Blade McCormick is not a nice guy. Heâs pure adrenaline and smells like smoke and leatherâthe kind of guy you look at and know heâs going to be a combination of nasty and irresistible. The moment I allowed myself to touch his hot skin and kiss his full lips, I. Was. Done. Like currency, Iâve become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate him. Heâs a bad guy. But then again, Iâm not a good girl. Bladeâs the president of the Disciples, the notorious motorcycle club. I should be frightened, yet somehow, he doesnât scare me. If anything, I think I scare him.