Jakobe Sloan, a ruthless Vice President to the Road Warriors MC. Priya Anthony, the mysterious woman he saved from the clutches of death. Will their worlds rip both of their hearts apart?*** Warning, this story is 18+ and Restricted due to Mature Content ***
"I need air," she forcefully closed my room door behind her.But like a fool, I followed and we continued our heated discussion, both of us though, containing our tempers.
"Priya, you have to understand, we have no idea who you are?""And you think acting this way is going to get the answers you want?"
She walks past everyone cursing gruffly. "If you would just tell me something?""I've been talking for two weeks!""Yeah about everything but the reason why I found you half dead in the middle of the road."
"I can't give you that answer.""Then tell me something?" My frustration boiling over."I have, you're just not listening, Jakobe." I grab her by the wrist; our little argument has caused enough of a scene to draw others attention, but I know why?
They are just as curious about her. "So, who hurt you?" This time I cup her face, forcing her to look directly at me. "Who hurt you and will they try again?"Tears welled in her eyes as she held my wrists with her delicate soft hands.
I could see the turmoil slide across her face, she couldn't hide anymore, it was crucial now, "Yes, they will try again." Her bottom lip trembles and the tears escape, rolling down her pink cheeks.
