Answering Atlas

Also available from Chantal Fernando The Knights & Dragons MC Series Decker’s Dilemma Rhett Redeemed The Fast & Fury Series Custom Built Custom Made Custom Love The Knights of Fury MC Series Saint Renegade Temper The Wind Dragons MC Series Dragon’s Lair Arrow’s Hell Tracker’s End Dirty Ride Rake’s Redemption Wild Ride Wolf’s Mate Last Ride Crossroads The Cursed Ravens MC Series Ace of Hearts Knuckle Down Going Rogue The Conflict of Interest Series Breaching the Contract Seducing the Defendant Approaching the Bench Leading the Witness This book includes scenes depicting sexual harassment and a workplace shooting. Answering Atlas Chantal Fernando For Christian.Every day with you is an adventure. Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Epilogue Acknowledgments About the Author Excerpt from Saint by Chantal Fernando Chapter One Natalie Letting the amber liquid slide down the back of my throat, I place the empty glass down and turn to scan the crowd. After a long day at work at my new job, I definitely needed a drink, or three. Ever since I moved from home to be closer to my older sister, Cara, I have been working nonstop. I got a job at Bentley & Channing Law, a well-known law firm with a good reputation, and I’m loving it there, but some of the criminal cases are hard to take home with you at the end of the day. I grew up in a family that liked to straddle the law a bit. It’s why I went to law school. As a young girl I was very aware that my family was part of a motorcycle club and that their businesses and practices were a bit...shady. I watched as people were injured or went to jail. And despite loving everyone in my family, in the motorcycle club, I vowed never to be like them. So I kept my nose in a book, studied hard, went to college, went to law school and passed the bar. But just because I excel as a lawyer doesn’t mean I don’t get stressed out. It’s only been a few months, but already I’m getting buried in paperwork by the DA’s office and my caseload is probably the equivalent of a third-year associate. Hence me sitting here alone to clear my head before I go home to my new apartment. I don’t keep alcohol at my house—but not because I have a problem. Ever since I moved out of my parents’ house, I found coming out to a bar or club if I wanted a drink gives me a reason to be social. I’ve got to meet people somehow. I can’t just rely on my sister and her friends. As I’m pondering whether I want to order another drink, a large man sits next to me, clad in a leather cut. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asks, in a deep, low tone. I turn to study him, my gaze starting at his light blond hair and green eyes, and landing on his full lips. He’s handsome enough, and he smells pretty damn good, but he’s not my type. I don’t date bikers. Call it what you will, but it’s just too close to home. I’m not judging anyone, but when you’re raised by a group of men and know the ins and outs of their world, it becomes a hard pass. Not only that, but I have no interest in men right now. My career is my focus, and I don’t need any handsome distractions. The dating world we live in now just isn’t for me; the person who catches feelings is powerless and ends up getting hurt, and the emotionless one wins the game. Dating is different in this generation, and I’m not here for it. I watched my parents have such a soul-deep love, and while it is something I absolutely want to find eventually, I don’t need the distraction right now. “Thank you, but no thank you. I can buy my own drink,” I reply, flashing him a sweet smile to soften the blow. “And I’m not looking to be another notch on your belt, so I’m going to have to decline that also.” He laughs, amusement written all over his handsome face. “How do you know you’re not turning down true love?” I laugh with him. “’Cause you wouldn’t be trying to pick me up at a bar if it were.” I forgot to mention that I’m the daughter of the notorious Rake from the Wind Dragons Motorcycle club, and although he has been nothing but loyal and dedicated to my mother, he definitely lived up to his name. Bikers like my father and his friends don’t come to bars to fall in love. They come here to find their nightly hookup. That’s all this guy wants. He knows it, and I sure as hell know it, too. If there’s one thing I know well, it’s bikers. “No problem. I thought I would try my luck. You have a good night.” He leaves, and I’m impressed that he took that so well. Some men can’t handle rejection, and can get quite aggressive when faced with it. I appreciate a man who can take no for what it is, a no. On that note, I finish my drink, grab my purse and decide to walk to my apartment, which is just down the road from here, in case I’m over the limit. I see the blond biker out front, his back against the brick wall of the building, one leg up, cigarette in his mouth. There are two women in front of him, who are obviously interested going by