Every day like clockwork I entered into Fallon's Bakery. Coffee. That was what I told myself. I was just coming for coffee.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the woman who always had flour on her face, her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head, and a wide smile to greet every single person who entered the store.
Even for me.
The man who ripped out her heart and walked away, never to look back. I was an a$$hole. I'd thought I'd done it for good reasons. But now, all I could do was order my coffee, smile at her, and leave.
No way she'd ever give me a shot again. Too bad considering all I could think about was her. She would forgive me. No matter what I had to do.
I was Axton a brother of the Ravage Motorcycle Club and we never gave up. She didn't know what was going to hit her because I was coming . . . for her.
Contains mature themes.
