He wants his patch. She wants out of the life. Neither of them saw this coming.
Jace has spent two years as the club's prospect, scrubbing floors and taking orders, doing whatever it takes to earn his place. He keeps his head down and his hands clean until the night he walks into the stockroom and finds her there, half-dressed and fully armed, counting product like she owns the place.
Gia runs errands for the club that no one else can, slipping through back rooms and back doors, answering to no man. She learned young that giving anyone power over her body means losing control of everything else. Then Jace pins her against the shelving, leather and oil thick between them, and asks permission with his mouth that he doesn't wait to receive.
Their first time is rough and silent, his hand over her lips, her nails drawing blood through his shirt. After that, she starts finding reasons to be where he is. He starts finding reasons to keep her there. The stockroom. The garage bay after hours. His cramped apartment above the clubhouse, where she shows up at 2 AM smelling like someone else's cigarette smoke and fucks him like she's trying to forget her own name.
She won't call him hers. He can't stop making her his.
When a rival crew targets the club's supply line, Gia's connections make her the only one who can move in their world undetected. Jace is ordered to stay back, prove his loyalty, keep his focus on the patch ceremony weeks away. Instead he's following her, guarding her, burying himself in her the night before she goes under, marking her throat with his teeth while she begs for things she refuses to say out loud.
She comes back bruised and buzzing with adrenaline. He strips her slow, checks every hurt, fucks her gentle for the first time until she's shaking and crying and threatening to kill him if he stops.
The club needs her finished with this. Jace needs her finished with everything but him.
But Gia's been owned before. She knows the difference between being kept and being chosen. And Jace is still a prospect, still property of the patch he doesn't wear yet, still answering to men who could order him to walk away or watch him bleed for refusing.
A full-length possessive MC erotic romance.
