Igniting Red’s Flame (14 Days of Love and Lust Bikers & Mobsters)

PROLOGUE

EMILY

I stared in horror as my Old Man and the rest of his MC were sentenced to twenty years each.

What the hell had they been thinking, holding up a bank when they had all those drugs on them?

I had no-one to blame but myself. I’d known what I was getting into when I’d climbed on the back of Jared’s bike.

But at eighteen all I’d wanted to do was get out of my family home and away from the screaming, shouting and raised fists.

He hadn’t been part of an MC at the time.

That came later, and they hadn’t been a big one, but they’d been dirty.

I’d hated them all from the start. To this day I’m not sure why I stayed.

Maybe because, despite the MC he was in, Jared treated me decently.

I stayed clear of the club except for when it was mandatory to attend functions and even then, Jared kept me with him.

He loved me. I know that. Probably more than I loved him.

We were happy together and lived a good life for the most part.

Children had never been in the cards for us, and in a way, I was grateful because I’d have hated to bring up children in this life.

Everything was seized, including Jared’s greatest treasure, a Mustang that he’d built from scratch and spent all his free time tinkering with. I was back at square one.

Alone in my late forties with very little money and living in yet another trailer park.

Little did I know that living there and taking on a child that wasn’t mine by blood but by heart when his mother went off the rails on drugs, drink, and strange men would change my life.

And then years later when his mother passed away giving birth to his little sister.

I again made more room for them in my life.

Life was nothing if not unexpected, and at the age of sixty-five, the last thing I expected was another motorcycle club to ride into my life and derail it once again.