Balance (Chicago Defiance MC #6) by K E Osborn
That’s how movies tell the tale.
My lifestyle—not for the faint of heart.
My oath—to protect the brothers I’ve come to call family.
This life isn’t for everyone.
Especially those in the spotlight.
Meeting a Hollywood A-lister isn’t on my bucket list, and falling for one does not suit my plans.
But a biker who hides in the shadows and an actress bathed in neon lights, calls for disaster.
This story isn’t only about finding stability—it’s friendship, conflict, deception and slaughter.
Will we find the right balance?
Excerpt Balance by K E Osborn
“No, Neve, these guys are from my clubhouse. They’ve come to check in on me. Say hello, everyone,” Cindi calls out.
Neve. What a gorgeous name. Her eyes light up as she assesses me again.
“These are the kinds of bikers in your clubhouse? No wonder you were telling me they’re all gorgeous. I mean look at muscles here.”
She points at Noah, then her eyes wander back to me.
“And man bun… wow! Certainly not how I pictured macho bikers.”
I scrunch my face. “You don’t think we’re biker enough for you, darlin’?” I ask.
Her lips pull in tight, but the edges curl upward giving her away as she folds her arms over her chest, the papers making a crinkling sound.
“I think your hair is far too pretty to convey a murderous one percenter.”
I let out a small laugh. “How do you know what a one percenter is?”
She shrugs. “I saw Sons of Anarchy.”
I raise my brow. “And did you think Jax was a badass?”
She hesitates, but her lips turn up. Her pearly whites dazzle me like the stars do after the dimness of dusk. In this moment right here, I have to stop and admire her true beauty.
“Yeah… he had his moments.”
I’m snapped out of her spell and brought back into the moment, so I make my point.
“And didn’t he and his badass-self have long, pretty hair, too?”
Noah howls like a damn hyena as Cindi gives me a double thumbs up.
Neve tilts her head. “Touché, Tarzan.”