Table of Contents
Title Page
Harm's Way (Riot MC Biloxi)
Dedication
Playlist
Chapter 1 | Bitten by the Bug
Chapter 2 | A Woman Who Fits
Chapter 3 | Don't Get Your Knickers in a Twist
Chapter 4 | It's a Slum
Chapter 5 | Pink's Your Color
Chapter 6 | Thank You Suzy Junior
Chapter 7 | Always Pay the Price
Chapter 8 | Want to Get to Know This Chick
Chapter 9 | Don't Get Along with Gravy
Chapter 10 | You're the Worst
Chapter 11 | I Don't Feel Like It
Chapter 12 | Roommates with Benefits
Chapter 13 | Doesn't Belong Around Your Pretty Neck
Chapter 14 | Run of the Mill
Chapter 15 | Why I'm Part of the Riot
Chapter 16 | Got My Heart Running the Same Way
Chapter 17 | Put a Cut on Her Already
Chapter 18 | Where I Draw the Line
Chapter 19 | Not Supposed to Be Sappy
Chapter 20 | Less Than Upstanding
Chapter 21 | Like You Lookin' At Me Like That
Chapter 22 | Getting Out of His Life
Chapter 23 | The Price You've Got to Pay
Chapter 24 | Winning Trifecta
Chapter 25 | Desperate
Chapter 26 | I'm Just... Me
Chapter 27 | Wear My Patch
Chapter 28 | But It's Family
Chapter 29 | I'll Allow It
Chapter 30 | Eavesdropping
Epilogue | Tip for My Dealer
Sneak Peek at Brute's Strength | Chapter 1 | Number. Now. | Kenzie
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The Riot MC Series
Book 0.5: Starting the Riot
(Jackie & Volt)
Book 1: Unforeseen Riot
(Mallory & Cal)
Book 2: Inciting a Riot
(Lorraine & Vamp)
Book 3: Into the Riot
(Tennille & Razor)
Book 4: Calming the Riot
(Andrea & Liar)
Book 5: Foolish Riot
(Trixie and Roll)
Book 6: Respectable Riot
(Janie & Beast)
Dedication
To M – I hope Har’s story is everything you hoped it would be.
Playlist
SHAPE OF MY HEART by Sting
SHAPE OF YOU by Jamie Cullum
SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO by The Clash
TIPTOE by Imagine Dragons
SHE RIDES by Danzig
SUPERBASS by Nicki Minaj
THE PRICE YOU GOTTA PAY by Buddy Guy feat. Keith Richards
RUNNING ON SUNSHINE by Jesus Jackson
Chapter 1 Bitten by the Bug
Stephanie
IT WASN’T MY FIRST time sitting a poker table, and it wasn’t the first time I was the only woman at the table. Or the only woman in the room, for that matter. It wasn’t the first time I got greedy either, but it was the first time I risked my entire paycheck on an illegal poker tournament.
The flop had fallen with the five of spades, seven of spades, and the five of diamonds. The turn had been another seven, giving me four of a kind, I still looked at the board. Gleaming in the orangish-yellow light sat the river card, an eight of spades.
Of all the time for my shitty luck to strike, why did it have to be now? I needed to kick my own ass because I damn well knew better.
I’d flopped the nut full house, bet accordingly, and all the other men at the table dropped like flies... except Har. When the turn card had improved my hand to four of a kind, did I make a continuation bet? No.
Did I represent my quad-sevens? Again, no, I checked to him. I wanted to make as much money with the hand as I could.
The eight fell, and I’d ignored its suit when I shoved my stack all-in.
Greedy and stupid! So damn stupid.
“Jenkins, there re-buys for this game?” Har yelled across the table.
My pulse pounded in my ears, and I fought widening my eyes at his words. I had to keep a stony expression, no matter what. Yet, those words hollowed out my stomach as I realized he might have a straight flush. Anyone else I’d suspect was trying to scare me off, but I knew Har from years ago. He was my former stepbrother’s best friend.
While I hadn’t seen Har in fifteen years, some things never changed. His serious demeanor hadn’t changed, and I couldn’t remember a time when he bluffed at poker. We were kids when we played, but he never bluffed. I can tell you this because I called his bluffs every single time.
And he had the goods.
Every.
Single.
Time.
I looked up from the table to Har’s stubbled cheeks, his full lips surrounded by a goatee, his narrow, angular nose, finally catching his green eyes staring at me. He still looked like the bad boy next door, only now he was all man. His emerald eyes squinted as though he wondered if he knew me. It was the fourth time he’d done that, but I wouldn’t tell him who I was.
A wide, friendly smile spread across his face, and the skin around his eyes crinkled with it. “I sure hope he’s allowing re-buys, honey.”
My pulse sped up, but I didn’t dare speak.
“Wanna know why?”
My shoulder moved in the slightest of shrugs.
I barely heard his short, deep, low chuckle. “Because you’re
