Tallie and Spider have overcome so much to be together... But something is causing Spider to pull away from Tallie, and he won't â€" or can't â€" tell her what it is.
When a dark secret from the past threatens to blow the club wide apart, Tallie finds herself torn between the man she loves and is afraid of losing, and the brother she thought was gone forever.
This 25,000 word novella is a completely stand-alone story. It is also the exciting third installment and conclusion to the Fugitives MC series. This novella contains explicit language and graphic adult content. For mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
Gonzo laughed in amazement and shook his head. “You seriously think the club is gonna welcome me back from the dead, just like that? After I lied to them all these years?”
“I dunno,” Chig replied. “But I think Spider will. He needs you, brother. And so does Tallie. There's something wrong between her and Spider. I don't know what, but they ain't the way they used to be, together. I think maybe you can help fix that.”
“Oh, man. Tallie.” Somehow, it hadn't even registered with him that if he came back, he would see Tallie again. She would know he wasn't dead. The thought came to him unbidden: Maybe, if he did this, he would have a second chance. And this time, he wouldn't abandon the only family member he had left, like he had the first time.
“Jesus,” he muttered. He couldn't believe he was even considering this. “Chig, I just can't see how this is gonna work.”
“Just give it a shot,” Chig said simply.
“How am I supposed to do this? Just drive up to the clubhouse and say, “Hey, brothers, turns out I'm not dead, after all?”
“Oh, yeah, by the way, the clubhouse is out on the other side of town now,” Chig said, the hint of a smirk on his face.
“This is crazy,” Gonzo shook his head.
Just then, a quiet knock came at the door. Chig and Gonzo looked up, expecting to see Deanie enter.
Instead, the door opened and Tallie appeared, a carrying a full grocery bag in her arms. Her eyes went to Chig's and she gave him a faint smile, then rose to meet the stranger's standing next to the bed.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered.