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He says I'm under his protection. But the way he looks at me? That's not protection. That's war.
I ran from a man who thought he owned me. Now I'm standing in the clubhouse of the Wicked Disciples, bleeding and desperate, asking the president for help.
Colton Monroe doesn't do favors. He runs guns, settles debts, and answers to no one. But he takes one look at the bruise on my mouth and decides I'm staying. Not as a guest or as a favor. As his.
His roof. His rules. His eyes are on me every second, like I'm the only thing in the room worth watching.
I didn't escape one cage to walk into another. But when the rival MC comes for me, and Colt puts himself between me and a bullet without flinching, I stop pretending this is a cage. It's the safest place I've ever been. And the most dangerous man I've ever met is the reason why.
Tropes: possessive MC president, rival club war, forced proximity, enemies to lovers, he falls first, touch her and die
Genre: Romantic Suspense
I ran from a man who thought he owned me. Now I'm standing in the clubhouse of the Wicked Disciples, bleeding and desperate, asking the president for help.
Colton Monroe doesn't do favors. He runs guns, settles debts, and answers to no one. But he takes one look at the bruise on my mouth and decides I'm staying. Not as a guest or as a favor. As his.
His roof. His rules. His eyes are on me every second, like I'm the only thing in the room worth watching.
I didn't escape one cage to walk into another. But when the rival MC comes for me, and Colt puts himself between me and a bullet without flinching, I stop pretending this is a cage. It's the safest place I've ever been. And the most dangerous man I've ever met is the reason why.
Tropes: possessive MC president, rival club war, forced proximity, enemies to lovers, he falls first, touch her and die
Genre: Romantic Suspense