Savage Gospel: A Dark Motorcycle Club Romance (Iron Wasteland Series Book 7)

I killed a man to escape a life I never chose.

Four years married to a prophet who called ownership love. Four years of silence I mistook for faith.

I ran barefoot until I found a gate — and the man standing guard behind it.

He’s the club’s chaplain. Also its interrogator. A man who prays over the dead and pulls secrets from the living, and somehow does both with the same unbearable gentleness.

He asks before he touches me. He listens like my silence used to cost him something. He looks at me like I’m dangerous instead of broken.

I don’t know how to be wanted without being owned. I’m not sure he knows how to want something without breaking it first.

But the man I ran from is still out there, and he’s coming for what he thinks still belongs to him.

Can two people built by very different kinds of faith learn to trust each other before the past catches up?