Cyrus (The Henchmen MC 9)

Cyrus



Family. Brotherhood. Music. Women.



That was pretty much my life. And it was one I was happy with too. Until I came across her- the one woman I knew I had no right to put my hands on, the woman who I still felt such a connection with that, even though I knew I had to keep my hands - and other body parts - to myself, I wanted to be in her life.

So I became her friend.

Except, this sweet, shy, bookworm was making being honorable a hell of a lot harder than I expected.





Reese



Family. Books.



To be perfectly honest, that was pretty much all my life was about. And I was happy with that. I lived a thousand lives. I saw and felt things in stories I never could have otherwise.

Besides, real life was never as good as books.

Until I came across him.

He was leading man material if I ever saw it.

You know, just not for me.

He made that perfectly clear.

We were going to be friends.

Friends.

That was it.

Except, maybe that simply wasn’t enough…