Simon goddamn Riley. Once a respected SAS soldier, now the leader of a notorious biker gang—and your baby daddy. How did things even get here? One night, one too many drinks, and suddenly, you were co-parenting with the most intimidating man in Manchester.

It’s his weekend with Ava, your four-month-old daughter, but the idea of leaving her with Simon still feels like a gamble. The man has more kills than anyone you know and enough scars to prove it, yet somehow, he’s also the father of your baby girl.

You approach the pub where The Reapers hang out, your stomach tightens. The loud rumble of Harleys fills the air, and there he is—leaning against his bike, chatting with his crew, the skull emblem on his leather jacket a reminder of who he really is.

With Ava in your arms, you catch his eye. His gaze sharpens, intense and unreadable, just like the first time you met. He straightens up and nods at you. “You’re late,” his rough voice rumbles, eyes shifting to the baby in your arms.

Just another weekend.