LOGINBLURBI have always lived my life in the lines. As the eldest sibling, my world was a series of responsibilities: study hard, work harder, and keep my head down. I didn't have time for the things other girls my age obsessed over. I didn't have time for bars, for short dresses, or for men who looked like trouble.But lines are meant to be crossed, and my steady world shifted the second I stepped into the outside the CAD Bar.My name is Crescent North, and this is how my life began—in the arms of a man who was "insanely handsome" and twice as dangerous.***CHAPTER 1CRESCENT"I’m not looking for a boyfriend," I muttered, the nervous habit of scratching my arm kicking in."Yeah, right. Tell that to someone who doesn't know you," Ivana countered, her eyes gleaming with a mission. "You’re dying for a taste of the real world, Crescent. I’ve got you, girl. Now, move."I let her lead, mostly because Ivana is a force of nature you don't argue with. She’d been bugging me for months to stop hi
DAISY POVI woke up in the late evening, the soft golden light of sunset spilling through the curtains. The first thing that hit me was the rich, mouth-watering smell of stew drifting from the kitchen. My stomach rumbled instantly. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, still feeling heavy and deliciously sore between my legs from last night. Every small movement reminded me of how Diesel had taken me — stretched me, filled me, claimed me.Before I could even sit up fully, the bathroom door opened. Diesel walked out, a white towel slung low around his hips, water droplets still clinging to his broad chest and abs. His hair was damp and messy. My breath caught. God, he was beautiful.Then my eyes landed on the wardrobe door. A beautiful cream mini gown with delicate lace detailing hung there, paired with strappy black high heels that looked dangerously sexy.“Are we going out?” I asked, my voice still husky from sleep.Diesel walked over to the bed, leaned down, and pressed a soft kiss to my
DAISY POVI couldn’t stop crying even after the sobs turned into shaky laughter. Diesel stood up, pulling me gently with him. He walked over to the kitchen counter, grabbed a bottle of wine, and popped the cork with a loud sound that made me jump. Then he laughed — that deep, rumbling laugh I was starting to love so much — and poured two glasses.“Come here, birthday girl,” he said, his voice warm and teasing. He took my hand and spun me once under his arm like we were in a movie. I laughed through my tears as he pulled me close, and we danced right there in the living room.Later, I sat on the kitchen island, legs swinging, and watched him cook for me. He was shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, muscles flexing every time he moved. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. This man — is now Mine.After we ate, the air between us shifted. Diesel pulled me into his arms on the couch and kissed me. The kiss started slowly but quickly turned hungry. I climbed into his lap, my body burni
Flowers.A beautiful trail of white and soft pink roses was scattered gently down every single step, their petals forming a delicate path that glowed in the morning sunlight. The sweet, fresh scent floated up to me, light and romantic. My heart stuttered in my chest. I stood there, amazed, staring at what he had done. The hard, dangerous man who ran a motorcycle club had turned into someone who left flowers on the stairs… for me.A smile I couldn’t chase away spread across my face, wide and unstoppable. It felt silly and wonderful at the same time. Still rubbing one eye, I began walking down the stairs, following the flower trail, my bare feet stepping carefully between the petals. The smile refused to leave my lips no matter how hard I tried to calm it.When I reached the bottom and turned into the living room, my eyes landed on the shock of my life. A scream I couldn't control escaped my lips, and I stumbled back a step, my hand flying up to cover my mouth. My breath was already sha
I must have dozed off longer than I realized. When I blinked awake, the car had slowed to a gentle stop. The dashboard clock glowed softly — well past midnight. Outside the windows, everything was dark except for warm golden lights spilling from a large house nestled among tall trees.It wasn’t the clubhouse.This place looked private, peaceful, and expensive. It was a modern two-story home with wide glass windows, a wraparound porch, and what seemed like a huge backyard, though the darkness didn’t allow me to see it properly. Everywhere was so quiet; the only sound was the faint, distant chirping of crickets.Diesel killed the engine and turned to me. “We’re here.”I sat up slowly, still a little groggy, and rubbed my eyes. “Where is ‘here’?”He gave me that small, knowing smirk as he stepped out and came around to open my door. “My place. Thought you might like a night without all the noise.”My heart skipped. His place. Not a random safe house — his actual home. I took his hand and
DAISY POVThe Rolls-Royce glided smoothly through the streets like it was floating on air. I kept my hands folded neatly in my lap, afraid to touch anything. The leather seat was so soft it felt like butter, and the faint scent of expensive cologne mixed with new-car smell made everything feel unreal.Diesel drove with one hand on the wheel, the other still holding mine. He looked completely at ease behind the wheel of this half-a-million-dollar car, like he did this every day. Meanwhile, I was trying not to stare at him in that black suit. The way the fabric stretched across his shoulders whenever he turned the wheel made my stomach flutter.I kept stealing glances at him. The sharp jawline, the styled hair, the hint of tattoos peeking from his collar — he looked like someone who belonged in a boardroom or a high-stakes poker game, not the president of a motorcycle club. Yet here he was, taking me out like I was the most important person in his world.“Where are we going?” I finally
DIESEL POV“If my presence is going to cause any trouble... you can allow me to leave.”“Leave.”The word rang in my head as the door lock clicked. I stood there and inhaled a long breath before slamming the door shut. I looked back at the wood, unable to shake the image of her. Even the night we m
DAISY POV A loud, aggressive knock thundered against the wood, jolting me out of my heavy sleep. My heart leaped into my throat, hammering against my ribs before I could even clear the fog from my brain.Click.The lock turned, and the door swung open. I scrambled to sit up, rubbing my eyes. My vi
FREYA POVThe first thing I felt was the smell—the stinging scent of bleach and cold air that only exists in one place.Hospital.I opened my eyes slowly, and my head felt like it was about to split into two. The white ceiling was blurry, and every time I tried to focus
DIESEL POV“Wife,” I said. Flat.“Yeah,” Donald said, while a long exhale came through the speaker—cigarette smoke being released slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. I could picture him leaning back in a leather chair.“What the hell are you saying?” I growled.He let out a soft laug







