Cerberus MC Tennessee Chapter Series by Marie James

I knew there was no point in looking back at what could've been when she couldn't even lift her eyes to me when her father ordered my death.She didn't fight for me, didn't fight for us.I knew better than to get tangled with a mafia princess.I knew how it would end, only instead of dead, I was left in a much worse situation, having to know she was still alive and being unable to go to her.Bitterness swam inside of me. Seven years of hatred building because of her silence... moreI knew there was no point in looking back at what could've been when she couldn't even lift her eyes to me when her father ordered my death.She didn't fight for me, didn't fight for us.I knew better than to get tangled with a mafia princess.I knew how it would end, only instead of dead, I was left in a much worse situation, having to know she was still alive and being unable to go to her.Bitterness swam inside of me. Seven years of hatred building because of her silence.But then her father died, leaving her at the hands of the very man who left me alive.Not helping her isn't an option, but I second-guess stepping back into her life when I discover the secrets she's been keeping all this time. less

Same story, different day.That seems to be the theme of my life.My new job with Cerberus is no different than the one I left before working for ICE.People always blur together, nothing special about any of them.Of course, my luck runs out when I'm assigned to an establishment that caters to peoples' deepest fantasies.There should be nothing special about the woman. Her lack of clothes is no different than most of the other people there.Her eyes following me isn't new... moreSame story, different day.That seems to be the theme of my life.My new job with Cerberus is no different than the one I left before working for ICE.People always blur together, nothing special about any of them.Of course, my luck runs out when I'm assigned to an establishment that caters to peoples' deepest fantasies.There should be nothing special about the woman. Her lack of clothes is no different than most of the other people there.Her eyes following me isn't new. People tend to look in my direction when I walk into a room.Yet, I find myself incapable of looking away from her.I never expected the woman strapped to the cross to also be the children's counselor who shows up to help a teammate's son.It would be my luck that the one woman who made me look twice is also off-limits. less