Broken Crescent (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club #2)

For a brief flicker of time, she was truly happy.
Afia has had to give up the one thing that has brought true love and light into her life, and her body and soul ache to get him back. She thought she could let him go, but she thinks she may have given more than she intended…

For just a moment, he thought he was in love.
Sam is more lost than he thought a man could be. Afia has vanished from his life, and nothing is able to fill the void she’s left in him. He’s desperate to get her back… though at what cost?

But he’s not ready to let her go.
Lies, blackmail, and secrets come together to keep Afia and Sam apart, and her older brother Rayan is willing to do anything to keep it that way. Sam’s torn between going after the woman he loves, and keeping her safe, and Afia isn’t ready to accept her fate. But will their wills be enough to overcome Rayan – and her family?

EXCERPT

“Feeling anxious? Loosen up, darling. You know the rules. We give it a half hour, and if you absolutely hate it, we leave.”

“You know I’m anxious. You’re a horrible, horrible friend,” Afia fired back with a grin. “Thank you for getting me out of the house, but you should never have brought me back here. Of all the places, Bionca! I mean, come on! There are too many memories.”

“Cause you’re not over him! Afia, I know you’re not. It’s obvious as fuck. He was good for you. You liked him. He liked you.”

“And, we didn’t work out. You’re meddling with people’s lives here, friend.” Afia frowned gently and placed her hand on top of Bionca’s.

Bionca shrugged ruefully. “I thought maybe if I brought you here, it would spark something. Maybe get you to at least give him a call. Think about it, Afia. You got closure. You instituted the closing of the chapter by opting not to talk to him again, but what about Sam? Don’t you think he deserves a chance to at least hear why you can’t be together? It’s only right. You basically just dropped off the face of the earth to him. Who does that?”

Bub came back over with their drinks, and Afia reached into her clutch to pay him. Handing off the money absently, she kept her eyes on Bionca, addressing her, “I’m pretty sure he got the point. He knows my brother saw us, and he knew my family would have a problem with us dating. He probably put two and two together.”

“I did,” he murmured.

Bionca finally moved her gaze from Afia’s face, having kept it there the minute she saw Sam approaching the table out of her periphery vision. Afia felt her breath hitch in her chest at the familiar voice. It raised goosebumps along her skin and sent her heartbeat spiraling out of control. Hairs on the back of her neck stood up in awareness. Her nipples even tightened in response. She looked down at her hand where the money she was holding out for Bub to take was still dangling, and her eyes slowly rose up to her ex-boyfriend’s face. He had already gestured for Bub to put it on his tab.