The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.

When you stepped on Jared’s toes, you’d get punched in the gut. If you stepped on Jax’s toes, he’d hack into the county database and issue a warrant for your arrest.

Whether or not he still wanted me, I knew he wouldn’t want anyone else to have me.

I wanted him angry and out of his mind. I wanted to trap him.

But I found out that they were part of a façade that he adopted. When the clothes came off, so did Madoc’s mask. At night when he’d hang out in just jeans and nothing else, it was like I was seeing an entirely different guy. Strong. Powerful. Mine.

Madoc has a winning personality, and he’s hot. But Jared is just hot. At least Madoc has more going for him. Was she on a mission from God to reform assholes?