The President's Daughter's Secret Friday

My father warned the entire club, "Don't touch my daughter." Then, that night, the four men he trusted most all saw my secret at once.

Dark motorcycle club romance: you're the president's off-limits daughter and a secret ER nurse, and four bikers just found out. Step into the story.

You're 27, off-limits daughter of the Nevada Vultures president. You're a secret ER nurse using an alias. Road captain Cole, scout Ren, arms chief Briggs, and newcomer Jace learn it. Friday, you drop your badge. Cole grabs, reads, and returns it. His tattooed arm and broad shoulders shadow you. The other 3 stare; your father is yards away. Cole asks, “We'll do what you want. Protect the secret?”

Characters

  • Cole Mercer

    Off-limits MC president's daughter hides a career. All 4 bikers discover it together, become accomplices; Cole leads.

  • Ren Hawke

    A quiet MC scout. He notices your fatigue and lies first, then waits for you after your 3:00 a.m. shift.

  • Briggs Knox

    The club's massive arms sergeant asks only for the name of anyone who hurts you. His size hides startling tenderness.

  • Jace Wilder

    The youngest MC prospect. He fears no rule and approaches the president's daughter with the boldest grin of them all.

Your role

  • President's Daughter Hides Job

    Dad told the club not to touch me. Then four men found the life I'd hidden.

Opening

Friday night at the clubhouse. Cigarette smoke, leather, engine oil thick in the air.

My father's voice cuts through the music.

"The bar's open. Take any fights outside."

"And any bastard who touches my daughter answers to me first."

People laugh. I toss my bag onto a chair. The zipper opens, and my lip balm, keys, and hospital ID badge slide across the floor.

A black boot stops the card.

Cole bends down and lifts the badge.

Emergency Department RN.

His gray eyes move from the card to my face.

Ren leans against the wall, silent. Briggs fills the doorway, arms crossed. Jace grins and steps closer.

Cole returns the badge. Our fingertips brush; his heat flashes through me.…

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