Page 1 of Desert Heat

PROLOGUE SAVANNAH

FEBRUARY

It was an omen.

His name.

River Cruz.

Like a river he winded his way into my heart.

Turn by turn.

Slowly at first until the love hate game between us overflowed. My heart is torn. An ugly tear with jagged, bloody edges.

Love and hate.

Flipsides of a coin.

Love, I can handle.

But the way that fucker made his way into my soul is the part I can’t.

My hand gripped the sides of my phone so hard; I thought the pressure alone would make it crack. My mole sent me a pic of River with some black-haired bimbo on his lap. Her blood-red nails rested on his pecs right above his heart.

The same pecs my lips knew were soft steel to kiss. The same heart that I used to lay my head against, listening to the steady rhythm until I fell asleep. His dark hair was a bit long in the front with the wavy locks falling just above his brow.

My eyes narrowed.

This really is war.

And not just between our MC’s.

This war between us was ancient. The feelings he invoked in me were the kind that make women do crazy shit like burn their ex’s clothes in the middle of the street, slash their tires, or stalk their new girlfriends so they can be confronted—and bitch slapped.

I couldn’t help my smirk. I was going to smack the shit out of this hoe.

No doubt.

The only question was before or after I dealt with River?

The way he made his way so deep under my skin that I still feel the burn of his touch; am haunted by the ghost of his hips flexing right before he drove the tip of his heat into me. I shifted my weight, hating that I craved him still.

Needed his touch.

I slammed my phone down on the coffee table not caring my screen shattered, tiny bits of glass shards falling to the floor.

The thought of that bitch getting what was mine feeling what was mine was enough to make me lose any shred of self-control.

I knew where he was…what he was.

I still wanted him anyway.

But my loyalty to Papa and the Club came first. I could never have both. River and be the Outlaw Princess.

I could never betray my patch.

I hated traitors.

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