Page 1 of Undone

PART ONE

PROLOGUE

INEVER SAW her coming, which was ironic since I had a sixth-sense fortune tellers would kill for. It was one of the traits that has kept me alive this long. Maybe it was sensing a shot before it was fired or avoiding dangerous spots in the road as I drove the heavily armored trucks across the desert—but somehow what I rely on the most, failed me the day I met Lucille Bandini.

She snuck into my heart and made a home when I wasn’t looking.

She stole my breath every time her soft lips met mine.

I’m a DOM, but somehow—she collared me.

I’ve checked my phone a thousand times a day hoping she’ll text back.

My eyes hurt—missing the sight of her.

But I guess that’s what happens when you don’t finish what you’ve started. When you leave things undone… your mind wanders. You get tripped up in the fantasies your head spins of the person you crave and what a relationship could be like if you just had the time or chance to finish it.

We didn’t.

Lucille and me.

Business with the club got in our way. I told myself I was keeping her safe by pushing her away, pretending what we were starting was going nowhere. I needed her safe; out of the way so I could put down the dogs who dared to challenge me and threatened her.

Damn it.

The little hellion’s refusing my calls. I even sent two dozen roses with a handwritten note to her apartment.

Rog, Creed’s original enforcer, called me saying he found them in the dumpster out back.

I’m going to get her back and show her what forever feels like, but first I need her to understand. I had to break her—break us, to ensure our future.

It killed me to do it, watch the hope drain from her face while extinguishing the light in her eyes, but I’ll bring it all back. I finish everything I start and tonight I’m going to start finishing what I started—building a future with her.

I’ll never let her go; leaving things between us…UNDONE. There’s no escaping the fact that she’s my endgame and I’m hers.

I growled low in my throat. Nothing mattered but getting my life back on track. I sat on a chair, owning it like it was my throne. Lost in thoughts, I saw right through the woman coming at me.

“Hey babe, you’re looking lonely.” Some club chic crawled onto my lap. The tips of her fake nails ran down my cotton T-shirt. I grabbed her wrist before they tried snaking under my belt.

“I’m taken,” I snarled in her ear.

“That’s not what I heard.”

My eyebrows rose. My nostrils flared. Who was this chick with the audacity to speak to me, the Prez, like this?

I threw her off my lap. She fell to the floor.

“Easy there, Prez. She’s one of Cortez’s girls,” Will, my most trusted advisor spoke low.

I shrugged, not caring in the least.

“Don’t offend him. His MC is between our boys in Southern Cali and the Cartel. We need him.”

I grunted through the haze of smoke, hash, and pussy. We were hosting tonight. Dozens of men from Creed and Cortez’s crew,Los Coyotes,filled the clubhouse. The alliance is new. Men sized me up, gauging my worth, my word. I knew what they saw.

A wild man.

Out of control.

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