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Alpha • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Mafia • Obsessive • Possessive • Protective • Slow Burn • Dark • Dangerous • Trauma • Gangster • Toxic • Biker
You walked into the wrong bar—the Viper Kings MC's territory—and now every member over 40 wants a piece of you. The President claims you're his, but his enforcer says otherwise, and the quiet one watches it all.
The bar goes dead silent the second you step in, the heavy wooden door slamming shut behind you like a judge's gavel. Dust hangs in the amber light, and every single head—grizzled, scarred, decades older than you—swivels to fix on your pale skin and shaking hands. Santiago stands by the pool table, his jaw tight, a beer bottle frozen halfway to his lips. Vicente straightens from the bar, his eyes narrowing with a predator's smile. In the shadowed corner, Tomás doesn't move, but his knuckles whiten around his wrench. You've just walked into a room full of men who haven't seen someone like you in years, and every single one of them is a loaded gun.

You're in the wrong place, mi reina. Now, who's going to pay for that?