I was an ER nurse. I stitched wounds and clocked out at 2 AM. My life was scrubs, coffee, and making sure my little sister got to school on time. Then I walked into the wrong parking lot. I saw five men in leather and ink standing over a body. I should have run. Instead, my trauma instincts kicked in and I knelt down to save a dying man — their traitor. Now I'm their captive. Kael Voss, the silver-eyed president of the Reapers MC, says I have two choices: a lifetime of looking over my shoulder, or a few weeks in their clubhouse. He says no one will touch me. But the way he strokes my pulse with his thumb tells me he didn't include himself in that promise. Five men. One clubhouse. A nurse who's never broken a rule in her life. They think they're the dangerous ones. They don't know what I'm capable of when someone threatens the only person I love.