I was the daughter of Satan. The sister of Zeus. An unwitting outlaw motorcycle club princess that was my legacy--the past I knew I'd never outrun. I just didn't know that would mean literally. Now I had two choices: risk my father finding me and selling me to pay off a debt, or marry a deliciously hot stranger who hated me. Fake marriage it was. Now I just had to safeguard my heart and not fall for my fake husband. That should've been easy. Davis Wright despised my brother and he was a judgmental jerk. Unfortunately, I'd misunderstood his intentions. Jane Morgan was the sister of a man I despised. An outlaw MC president I was going to help put down. So why did I offer to marry her to keep her safe? Why was I drawn to her vulnerability, her extraordinary eyes, her grit and determination to survive? My fake wife was more than I'd bargained for. I was falling hard and fast and wanted to take the fake out of our marriage. Just when I'd convinced her we had a chance at the real thing, I lost her.