Jilted Mechanic? The Underworld Boss's Queen!

Chapter 2

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I pulled out my phone with its shattered screen and opene

our." Hitting send, I mounted my backup bike and roared toward that lawle

t slammed into me. Dozens of hungry, wolf-like eyes instantly locked onto me. Ignoring the filthy whistles,

anked by heavily muscled bikers. He was hidden in the shadows, the cherry of his cigarette glowing in

before he let out a low, mocking scoff. "Little girl, you want top-tier protecti

tom, oil-stained heavy wrench. With all my might, I

splinters flying. "With this!" I tilted my

Old Lady' title as a shield for one year, and in exchange, I will ha

s, defiant aura. A flash of intense admiration crossed his eyes. He s

er-tall, scar-faced subordinate standing next to him. "Hear that? We found a fu

Jagger Vance was a massive faggot who only cared about men's asses. The rumors were true! No wonder

re to tell me who you really are?" He just blew out a puff of smoke.

tumbled in. One of them spotted me, let out a lewd whistle, and reached his f

ed. He was a blur of black leather! "CRACK!" The

he same fluid motion, he kicked him to the floor. His heavy black

at a grotesque angle. The man didn't even glance at the trash rolling in agony. He

ir pants and started pissing all over the screaming thug. The stench of urine filled th

ged off his heavy leather cut-still warm from his body and rad

r, his deep voice carrying unquestionable, violent

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Barr Wettlaufer Romance

“I spent a whole year building a custom motorcycle from the ground up, a masterpiece meant to bring glory to my boyfriend's motorcycle club. But when I brought him his favorite donuts to surprise him, I caught him and the club's golden-haired princess having sex right on top of my bike. Instead of feeling guilty, he was furious that I had caught them. "Harley? What the fuck are you doing here?" he roared. "Oh, poor little thing. Did we interrupt you?" the princess giggled, pulling his leather cut over her bare chest. When I fled back home, my own mother didn't comfort me. Instead, she told me she had sold me to a loan shark for a night to pay off her debts. In a single night, the man I loved defiled my life's work, and the mother who raised me treated me like a cheap piece of meat to be traded. I didn't scream or cry. The betrayal was so deep it went past feeling, leaving behind a pure, freezing rage. Why should I be the one to suffer while they took over the garage my father left me? I pulled out my knife, plunged it into the bike's fuel line, and tossed the donuts into the spreading puddle of gasoline. I was done being their victim. I was going to walk into the darkest bar in the city, find the deadliest predator in the state to be my shield, and take back my empire.”