I was sent to South Dakota with a tattoo artist, biker named Tango in order to keep me safe from whatever mess my brother had gotten himself into this time.Tango was a stupid name for a tough biker who was supposed to be able to protect me. How was a man named after a dance supposed to do anything to keep me safe?Stupid name. Sexy biker though.Lucky for me, I had been dead wrong about pretty much everything.Wrong about his name.Wrong about his ability to take care of me.I wasn’t wrong about how sexy he was though. My perpetually soaked panties were all the evidence anyone needed that Tango could dance all over my body any time, anywhere if only I was all that he wanted.Unfortunately for me he seemed to be in a weird relationship with his buddies Whiskey, Fox, and their girl Amy. No way was I signing on to be the lettuce in that screwed up sexual sandwich.Nope. Nope. Nope.I might need protection from an entire MC, but I did not need to share my man. Ever.Then again...I’d been wrong about everything else so far.Maybe I was wrong about this too.*This is an 80k word, stand alone novel, and does not have to be read in order with any other Aces High book.words : 59435