Ruthless Sinners Boxed Set 1-10

Prologue

Inever considered myself to be a player.

Sure, I appreciated the company of a beautiful woman from time to time, but I never led any of them on.

I didn’t make empty promises or insinuations that I was looking for anything more than a good, hard fuck.

Never had to. I’d always made sure the women I hooked up with knew exactly what they were getting into—a night of the best sex they’d ever had—followed by my immediate exit.

Just to be clear, I wasn’t some lost soul who was searching for the love I never got as a kid.

Nothing happened to me in my past that fucked me up and I wasn’t able to shake it.

I wasn’t seeking some kind of validation or affection to heal my wounded heart.

I was simply a man who didn’t want any complications.

I didn’t have time for it and most likely never would.

Don’t get me wrong. There were times when I found myself wondering if I was missing out on something—like the night my brothers and I had gone to Memphis to party with the brothers of Satan’s Fury.

While I was there, I’d met a woman who made me question my wicked ways.

She was beautiful, but it was her spirit and strength that got to me the most. For the first time in my life, I’d actually considered a life full of complications, but then I discovered she belonged to someone else.

Normally, that wouldn’t have been enough to stop me from trying to make a play for her, but she was tied to Clay, my president’s nephew, which made her completely off-limits.

I’ll admit, after meeting Landry Dawson, I started to wonder if I’d ever find a woman to claim as my own.