Bama’s Babe

Not even a warning could keep me from her.

Bama: My brothers knew I had my eye on Jordyn and told me to stay away. She was everything I ever wanted in a woman—beautiful, smart, and confident. Jordyn wasn't just any MC princess. She was one of Kat's younger sisters, and most of the old heads in the club watched her grow up.

One night, I was at a bar in Billings, minding my own business when she strutted in with some sleazy jerk. I knew he wasn't good enough for her, but I kept my nose out of it. If she wanted to go on a date with some joke like him, I'd let her. At least, I let her until he said something so out of line, I was left no choice—I had to intervene.

I don't know how it happened, but one thing led to another, and we were in a hotel room that night. We made a vow it was a one-time thing, and at first everything was fine. Yet, over time all I wanted was more.

Nothing would keep me from Jordyn. Not her parents, or the miserable POS who took her out on that date.

I discovered something about him that is nerve-wracking, and Jordyn had no idea who he was.

Contains mature themes.

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Hljóðbók: 19 augusti 2025