He had two choices; leave her and let her die or take her with him and give her a life he wouldn't wish on anyone. This story is a Bucky x OC story. I've literally had this story in my head for years and I finally decided to write it. This story is going to move quicker in the beginning since I have a lot of back story to give before we get to the good stuff!

Veronica "Ronnie" Nash never thought that she would turn to her mother's old love when she faced trouble. But, when Ronnie is facing certain danger at the hands of her own father, turning to Mick-the president of Hell's Tribe Motorcycle Club seemed like the only way she could secure her safety. Although Mick was hesitant to help the daughter of his ex-lover, he knew he had to keep the promise he made all those years ago to keep Ronnie safe in Utah. With the help of the rest of the Hell's Tribe and the special interest of the club's VP Cash, Ronnie is able to begin a new life away from her toxic relationship with her father. But when things don't work out with Cash, and Ronnie is forced to remain in Utah and in the grasp of the club, she is hesitant to turn to them when she gets stuck in another sticky situation and instead calls on the newest nomad transfer Tyler Knox. Against his better judgment, Knox comes to Ronnie's rescue and can't seem to rid his mind of her after that. Knox wants nothing more than to have Ronnie under his arm, but after the trouble, he caused at his last charter, he knows the risk of upsetting the men above him. Although that should deter Knox from getting too close to Ronnie, he finds himself travelling on a long and painfully slow ride of trying to decide if Ronnie is worth his patch and potentially his life.

"Hey B..." I start and he hums in reply, just staring at me with adoration and I find the courage in myself to finish my sentence. "Can you do something for me?" "Anything." He promises, without even knowing what I'm going to ask of him. Jesus, this man is literally going to be the death of me. If so, it'll be a good death indeed. "Kiss me." He doesn't need any more prompting than that. Within milliseconds, his lips are pressed against mine in a gentle caress. His hands move to cup my neck while mine tighten on his shirt, trying to anchor myself as he kisses me slowly and languidly. I could definitely die happy now. His lips are like soft velvet and his hands are coarse from riding but they hold me like I'm the most important thing in the world. He tastes like coffee and smells like wood smoke, a heady combination that has me weak in the knees.

He brings me closer and presses me against the island. I can feel every part of him against me, his warm skin brushes on mine and his nose rests against mine. "I really want to kiss you." He mumbles almost absentmindedly as he strokes the back of his hand down my face reverently. He goes to pull away but I grab him by the back of the neck. I've been waiting too damn long for this. His lips encompass mine and they're sweet and taste of tequila. He's warm and smells of mint, his hands are soft and squeezing my waist hard as I lean up to taste him more. This is a dream; this has to be a dream. His arms band around my waist as he lifts me onto the island, parting my legs to stand between them. His erection presses into my core and I shiver, opening my mouth to let his tongue mingle with mine.

I didn't mean to let jealousy take over, honest, but Lexie egged me on and I just thought, fuck it. I was certainly rewarded for my efforts with a kiss that weakened my knees and fired me up in a way I've never experienced. I was close to giving all the bikers a good show on this bar but he pulled away before I could commit to my dirty fantasies. His words settle my nerves but tighten my thighs and stomach, his dominance proven in his demands and the kisses he gives me. He takes complete control and I let him. I haven't had many sexual relationships but in all of them I control the situation, socially and sexually. With Roman I'm willing to succumb to his orders because I know I can trust him. "Are you staying at mine tonight?" I ask about twenty minutes after our make out session concluded, after which I just sat on his lap and we flirted playfully. "Is that an invitation?" He tickles my side and I squeal slightly, smacking his hand away. "Take it as you please." "I'm gonna take it how I please." He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against it causing a shiver to rush through my body. My stomach and thighs tighten again and I'm very willing to take him up on the offer.

[2nd book in the Riders of Lykos series] Melanie was a beautiful dancer and a strong minded women. One thing always stood in her way though, her father. Melanie's father was a cold hearted man who used the income from his daughter's shows to pay for his filthy life style. While Melanie is running from her father she stumbles into a motorcycle club. They decide to take her in and a new adventure starts, including a surprising interest from the Riders of Lykos' Sargent at Arms.

• Levi • I've wished for death too many times to count when I was a child. Too bad only my soul died, not my body. Now that i'm older, I refuse to give up.I want answers. Answers that my family can give me. A family that doesn't even know I exist. What the hell am I getting myself into? • Mayhem • I was born into this life. The club life. Violence, drugs, murder, woman, the brotherhood. It was always part of my life, minus the woman. I stay away from woman. I don't trust them, I hate them. I don't want them around me. But the little sister of my President apparently is an exception, since she won't get out of my fucking head. I'm obsessed. I hate her. I want her more than I hate her. I will get her, she will be mine. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

"Are you ready, baby?" I'm asking her as much as I'm asking myself. She never lets her eyes leave mine. "Mm," she nods and I push all the way in. Her face twists in a mixture of torment and temptation. I hold myself still, feeling her tightness wrap every inch of me. Leaning forward, I press my forehead to hers. "No one will ever get you like I do. No one will ever f ck you like I do. No one will ever love you like I do, baby." --Though she's young, Silvie has spent a lifetime paying for other people's mistakes. That's what landed her in the sights of a wolf. A Gang of Wolves to be exact. Everything Wulf does is for his motorcycle club, but when Silvie- young, innocent, and sweet, enters the picture things change. He takes an interest in the little pixie who becomes more than just a payment for her brother's debts. What happens when a woman begins to tame the beast of her predator? What happens when a wolf learns he wants to be a protector? ** This story is a Dark Romance. If you want a fairy tale, read Cinderella. Yes, this book has a HEA, but there are a lot of bumps and bruises along the way. This book is real and sometimes raw. If you have triggers, expect some of them to be pulled** Highest Ranking - #1 Dark Romance #1 Age Gap #1 Alpha Male

For six and a half years, I'd been Orion's ol' lady. So I thought. When I went to tell him that I was, against all odds, pregnant, he informed me that I had been part of his cover for his undercover work. He didn't want me or our baby. Fine. He wasn't the only one with a secret life.

Mack was raised in the biker life. Growing up with a biker club president for a dad made him want to do something different with his life so he joined the military. When comes back he becomes his best friends VP. Eden's brother was the president of the Southern Steel motorcycle club. She has been hanging around the club since she was 8 years old. With an abusive alcoholic dad and absent mom, the club basically raised her and her brother. When Eden was young she had a crush on Mack, her brother's best friend. She realized when she got older that was a stupid childhood fantasy, and she needed to get over it. Mack would always see her as the little sister. His loss!