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belligerent and for the first time, she’d been violent toward Belle. How could she stop this crazy ride her family was on? What the hell was she going to do?

Chapter Three
    T he sunlight reflecting off the snow blinded Banger as he walked through the clubhouse’s parking lot. When he entered, a few brothers sat around the bar, staring idly at a sports channel on the big-screen TV. He greeted them with a jerk of his chin and went to his office. Closing the door behind him, he sat down in his brown leather desk chair and closed his eyes. A bright blue gaze took center stage before the sexiest curves he hadn’t seen in a long time came into focus. He couldn’t get the gorgeous cook at Ruthie’s out of his mind. When he went by to see her the previous day, he’d been as excited as a high school boy before he spotted her mass of dark curls. He smiled at the thought. She was a mighty fine woman, and it’d been a helluva long time since he’d been enamored with any woman other than his beloved Grace.
    Pangs of guilt pricked him when he thought about Grace. He’d loved her madly, and the fact that he was thinking about another woman in a way other than sex made him feel like he was betraying her, even though he knew it was silly. It’d been six years since he’d buried Grace, yet his heart still clenched whenever he thought about her. The excruciating pain which consumed him during the first couple of years after she’d died had dissipated to a dull, ever-present ache.
    He’d met Grace at a biker rally when he was twenty-five years old and she was twenty-three. The moment he saw her big, crystal-blue eyes and long blonde hair shining in the sun, he was hooked. Grace had come from a biker background—her dad belonged to the local Evergreen Dogs, a non-outlaw group. At first, her dad distrusted Banger because he was in the Insurgents, but when they’d married and given him a granddaughter, he’d learned to accept their relationship.
    From the moment he met her until she died, Banger loved Grace. They had their ups and downs like any married couple, but they made a pact to stay together no matter what. And they went through a lot, especially early on when the Insurgents and the Deadly Demons were waging a turf war. Those were hard, bloody times, and Grace would always cry when he left the house to take care of club business, never knowing if he’d come back alive. She’d stuck through it, and when Banger took the reins as president and worked to stop the bloodshed, their marriage survived all the late nights he gave to the brotherhood. Because of her biker background, Grace never questioned Banger’s loyalty to the Insurgents. She knew the club came first, and it was something that no citizen could ever understand.
    Then Kylie, all pink and blonde with the sweetest blue eyes, came into their lives, and her birth brought Banger and Grace even closer. He never looked at another woman, and even though his wife would be insecure at times when he’d go to the parties where young, pretty women threw themselves at the president, he was never tempted. To him, the most beautiful woman was waiting for him at home, so the lure of easy sex never did it for him.
    One rainy afternoon, Grace had taken his hand and kissed it, her blue eyes glistening, and she told him in a hushed tone that she had ovarian cancer. Banger had never been terrified of anything in his life, but those two words spread fear and darkness over him like nothing ever had. The only way he knew how to fight was with his fists, a gun, and a knife, but those didn’t work with cancer. So he kept a smile on his face while he held her hand through the surgery, chemotherapy, radiation, and the last dying weeks. He had to be strong for Grace and Kylie; he didn’t want them to see him cry, so he reserved those moments for when he was alone in his office.
    Belle lit a fire in him he thought had been extinguished six years ago. She’d been on his mind ever since