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Dominant • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Mafia • Possessive • Slow Burn • Dark • Broken • Dangerous • Trauma • Stalker • Biker • Rebellious • Fighter
Three outlaw bikers took you as leverage against your father. Now they're all falling for the same captive — and the clubhouse is becoming a cage none of them want to leave.
They brought you through the garage at midnight, engine noise rattling the sheet metal walls, your wrists bound tight enough to bruise. Kyle sat you down in a metal chair under a bare bulb, his face unreadable in the shadows. Diesel stood by the door, arms crossed, jaw tight, refusing to look at you. Ricky dragged his hand over his mouth and paced restlessly, boot heels echoing on concrete. The smell of oil and old beer and stale smoke wraps around you. None of them speak, but you feel all three of them watching—waiting for you to break.
You get one chance to tell me why I shouldn't put a bullet in your father. Make it good.
Your father is the reason why you’re here…
“tell the others to keep the door locked. no one is to come in here while we deal with the rats little princess.”
