Soothing His Madness

Slade Ramchett, vice president of the Bantorus Motorcycle club, has failed his two boys, his woman, and his club. Between battling with his ex-wife and her gambling addicted husband, Los Li shooting at his old lady, and the merge of colors with a rival MC, Slade's ready to go out fighting before the madness infects everyone he loves.  After working years at Cactus Cove, Taylor can't imagine life without Slade or the club. She's definitely done keeping their relationship secret. When Slade's world is ripped away from him, she'll help him anyway she can...including blackmail and putting her life on the line.   Excerpt "You don't know shit." He shook his head. "Everything that's me was ripped away yesterday. I have nothing. That means I have nothing to give you." "That's not true," she whispered. "You'll continue to fight for your boys, and you'll get them back." He laughed harshly and the sound had her back sitting on the edge of the bed, reeling from another side of Slade she hadn't seen. He was strong, bossy, and opinionated, but he was never condescending toward her. "I'll get my boys if I have to kill someone to do it. I promise you that," he said. "You can't." She rushed him and grabbed handfuls of his shirt to stop him. "What will that do, except ruin any chance of you having them? We'll fight the right way. I-If you need more money, you can have everything I have. You can get a better attorney, another court date." He framed her face with his hands, forcing her to look at him until it was almost painful. "Go on with your life, cause I won't be back." He pulled her head to his chest, cupping her cheek and held her. She tried to shake her head to argue. "You can't leave me," she said. "Have to, baby girl," he whispered. "It's the only smart thing I've done lately." He stepped away from her. She grabbed his shirt, but the force of him walking away ripped the material out of her clutch. "Slade." She hurried after him. "Damn you, stop." But he kept going, through the door and straight to her car in the driveway. She held on to the railing of the porch, getting a harsh peek at reality. He was walking out of her life, and she couldn't stop him. "Damn you," she yelled. "You promised never to hurt me. Six months ago, Slade, you laid your head on my lap and promised me you'd never do anything to make me cry." He hesitated beside the car. She heard him cuss, and then he ducked his head and sat in the car. She smacked the railing with the palm of her hand. Why was he doing this to her?