Where We Started

<p><strong>Usually watching a notorious biker club mourn the loss of their beloved president would be a dangerous choice. </strong></p><p>Ten out of ten do not recommend. </p><p>Unless of course you're family. </p><p>I didn't really consider myself part of my father's legacy until I found out what he left behind in his will. Property ten acres to be exact which included the headquarters for his beloved motorcycle club. </p><p>I had no idea that by accepting the terms of my inheritance it would thrust me into a battle with the new club president.</p><p>Wesley Ryan was unfathomably handsome menacing and formidable in every way. But his derision toward me only made me cling that much tighter to my birthright.</p><p>That is until he decided to play dirty. </p><p>Wes didn't just taunt me by bringing up our past he wanted us to go all the way back to where we started. </p><p>Back to when we were nine and I was just the girl next door who snuck into his treehouse.</p><p>Back to when he'd fight the boys who made me cry.</p><p>Back to when he first kissed me and stole my heart.</p><p>I had to remember Wes wanted to claim my father's property <em>not me.</em></p><p>I walked away once I just had to prove I was strong enough to do it again.</p>