I run the Iron Vow MC. Seven ex-military brothers. One locked-down Colorado town. A code that does not bend.

Then Wren Lang walked into Harlow Ridge with her brother’s dog tags in her fist and a split lip she tried to hide.

Eli told her if the world ever turned, she should find me. That I would keep her safe.

She is fifteen years younger. Soft where war sanded me down. Looking at me like I am the last locked door in a burning house.

I was her brother’s commanding officer. I am supposed to be her shelter—not the man who wants her in my bed, my cut, my name.

Every night she sleeps under my roof, I lose that war by another inch.

The husband who sold her out for a land file does not know what town he followed her into.

Touch her, and the mountain answers.

Read the complete standalone now—HEA, no cheating, no cliffhanger. His name on her. Theirs on the men who came for her.