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Book 2 in Devils horns installation. TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY MENTIONS SEXUAL ASSAULT AND NON CONSEUAL SCENARIOS. Maddox Colin made no mistake when he named his children. His oldest son he named Hunter, not because of his own love of the game but because the day his son was born he had that predatory protective gaze in his chestnut eyes. Then he gripped his fathers forefinger and seemed to narrow his little eyes in challenge and there, Maddox knew he had named his son correctly. Amara Joseph was good at running, something so mechanical- it was easy. Running was an escape, an outlet. And she ran herself all the way to a full athletic scholarship to John Hopkins university to study the heart. But tragedy is like lighting, you won't know when it strikes and when it splices into the core of her being, her first instinct is to run. So she ran. Amara Joseph was good at running and she ran herself right into the arms of a brooding, tormented mechanic with a rumbling motorcycle and a dying loyalty to a MC that proves to be more of a family than she's ever had.
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