Novels by sandrakalio

I woke to the sound of breaking glass.My eyes flew open. Unfamiliar ceiling. Unfamiliar room. Then I remembered. Jackson's house. My new prison.Another crash came from downstairs. Voices. Angry voices.I grabbed the lamp from the nightstand and crept to the door. My heart hammered against my ribs. Through the crack, I could see down the stairs into the living room.Five men stood in Jackson's house. Iron Wolves cuts. My father's men.And Jackson faced them alone."You have thirty seconds to get out of my house," Jackson said. His voice was deadly calm."We are here for the girl," one of them said. Tommy. My cousin. "Marcus wants his daughter back.""She is not his daughter anymore. She is my wife.""That marriage is not legal. We checked."Jackson smiled. It was terrifying. "Check again. Call your lawyer. Call the courthouse. Hell, call God himself. Lisa Wood is now Lisa Kane. Legally. Permanently. And she stays with me.""Marcus will not accept this.""I do not care what Marcus acc

My father was waiting when I got back to the clubhouse.He sat in the shadows of the common room, a glass of whiskey in his hand. The room was empty except for him. That was never a good sign."How did it go?" His voice was too calm. Too controlled."Fine. I signed the papers.""What papers?"My stomach twisted. "The prenup. Sarah Chen explained everything."He stood slowly, his eyes narrowing. "What exactly did she explain?"I should have lied. I should have kept my mouth shut. But I was so tired of secrets and fear and pretending."She told me about the businesses. The ones registered in my name. The ones you never told me about."The glass shattered against the wall beside my head. I flinched, throwing my arms up as whiskey and broken glass rained down."You stupid girl!" He crossed the room in two strides and grabbed my throat. "What did you tell Kane?""Nothing! I swear!" I clawed at his hands, gasping for air."If you ruin this alliance, if you embarrass me—" He squeezed harder.

Jackson's motorcycle roared into the clubhouse parking lot at exactly noon.I watched from my window as he swung off the bike, all leather and muscle and controlled power. He moved like a predator—smooth, confident, dangerous. Men twice his size stepped out of his way.Ruby helped me zip up the black dress my father had thrown at me that morning. It was too tight, too short, and showed too much. Exactly what he wanted. A reminder that I was property being transferred from one owner to another."You look beautiful," Ruby said quietly.I looked like a sacrifice."If you do not hear from me by tonight—" I started."Do not talk like that." Ruby grabbed my hands. "You will be fine. Jackson said he would not hurt you.""And you believe him?"She hesitated. That was answer enough.I walked downstairs with my heart hammering against my ribs. Every step felt like walking toward my execution. My father waited by the door with his arms crossed."Remember what I said. Be respectful. Be obedient.

I was not able to sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jackson Kane's cold gray stare. Heard his voice promising to own me. Felt his thumb wiping blood from my split lip like he already had the right to touch me.Two weeks. Fourteen days until I became his property.I sat on my bed in the small room above the clubhouse that had been my prison for years. My cheek still throbbed where my father hit me. My ribs ached with every breath. I was so tired of hurting. So tired of being afraid.The door opened without a knock.My father stood in the doorway, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot and mean. My stomach dropped. He was drunk. Drunk meant dangerous."Did I say you could leave the common room?" His words slurred together."You told me to clean myself up.""Do not talk back to me!" He crossed the room in three steps and grabbed my hair, yanking me off the bed. Pain exploded across my scalp. "You embarrassed me tonight. Made me look weak in front of D

LISA'S POVThe bruise on my ribs was three days old, but it still hurt when I breathed.I pressed my hand against my side and kept walking through the Iron Wolves clubhouse, ignoring the stares from the men drinking at the bar. They all knew. They always knew when my father lost his temper. But no one said a word. No one ever did."Lisa, wait up!" Ruby jogged toward me, her face tight with worry. "Where have you been? Your father has been looking everywhere for you.""I was at the storage unit. Someone had to check the inventory.""You should have told someone. He's pissed."Of course he was. My father was always angry about something. I was never good enough, never obedient enough, never quiet enough. My mother used to shield me from his rage, but she had been dead for five years. Now there was no one between me and his fists."Let him be angry," I said quietly. "I am tired of caring."Ruby grabbed my arm, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Lisa, something big is happening. The Steel