I should have been scared for my husband.
Because the second Santo’s name left my mouth, Clutch was gone.
No questions.
No promises.
Just the roar of his Harley disappearing into the rain.
I hadn’t seen Chris “Clutch” O’Connell in years.
The last I knew, he was still in prison.
And now, somehow, the man my family had every reason to hate was riding straight toward my husband.
Because Santo put his hands on me.
Clutch had every reason to leave me standing on the side of that road.
Our families had history.
Ugly history.
The kind filled with betrayal, loss, prison time, and wounds neither of us ever really got over.
But when Clutch saw the bruise on my face, something in him snapped.
Whatever he felt about me...
he hated the idea of Santo hurting me more.
So he went looking for him.
And when Clutch reached Santo’s mansion, he wasn’t looking for me.
He was looking for my husband.
Only Santo wasn’t there.
He was out searching for me.
By the time I made it back to the house, Clutch was already inside.
Furious.
Armed.
And very clearly not leaving me there.
“Pack your shit. We’re leaving.”
I should have refused.
I should have remembered every reason Clutch and I were a bad idea.
Instead, I climbed onto the back of his bike.
Because the man I was supposed to fear was the first man in a long time who made me feel protected.
And the deeper I get pulled back into Clutch’s world, the harder it becomes to remember why I was ever supposed to stay away from him.
He has every reason to hate me.
I have every reason not to trust him.
But some wounds don’t kill what was there before.
Sometimes they make it come back meaner.
Hotter.
And impossible to ignore.
CLUTCH is a steamy second-chance MC romance filled with dangerous history, outlaw bikers, violent protection, forbidden attraction, old wounds, and a guaranteed HEA.
Start reading and find out what happens when the man Kennedy thought she lost comes roaring back into her life.