Jilted Mechanic? The Underworld Boss's Queen!

“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.”