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The rival MC. “Hell of a welcoming party,” Jax muttered, pulling Sienna behind him. One of the bikers swung off his ride, stepping forward. He was massive, bald, with a snake tattoo curling up his neck. He grinned, all teeth. “Evenin’, Maddox. Brought us a little present, I see.” His gaze slid to Sienna like a knife. Sienna’s pulse hammered. “Jax—” “Shut up,” Jax growled, low and protective.

I just moved. Jeans, tight black tank, no bra, hair scrangled into a tangy mass. I slipped out of the house, barefooted down the steps of the servants past the snoring sentinel of the night and into the warm night. Under the cypress-trees a matte-black Ducati lay as a hunter. Mantovani supported himself on it, holding his helmet, and his eyes were sparkling. He didn't speak. Gave me the spare helmet and a jacket belonging to him that smelled like him. I pulled it on. It swallowed me.

“It’s none of your business.” I take a closer look at David, he looks different. The easy charm he usually carries is buried under the dark edge of his appearance. He’s dressed in a black leather jacket, the words Hell Raiders stitched across the back in bold white. The emblem — a skull wrapped in flames — gleams faintly in the light, worn but intimidating. His jeans are torn, his boots scuffed, and his hair a little messy. My stomach twists. Hell Raiders MC is one of the most notorious biker gangs, and the charming David is a member— probably one of the leaders.

His head tilted slightly, tracking sounds the rest of us couldn't hear. There were six other riders. Seven total. I recognized Marc on the black bike, he was decent, played fair. But then there was Vic on the red bike, and my stomach dropped. Cole on the yellow. Jensen with the scar across his jaw. Three others I didn't know, but they had that look. That hungry, desperate look of riders who'd do anything to win. "That's a lot of competition," Sarah said quietly. "They're not competition," Orion said, and I heard the pride in his voice. "They're just in the way."

Prologue Athena I can’t breathe. The weight of him presses me into the mattress, solid and scorching, and my lungs forget how to work the moment Tristan Blackwood moves inside me. Slow. Deliberate. Like he’s marking territory he’s always known belonged to him. My biker Alpha. My mistake. My ruin.

I knew the lifestyle they had, I loved it also furthermore I have actually dated bikers before and I think I can say, I understood the rules of it. Something about these particular bikers was very different though, It wasn’t just a bunch of dumb kids having fun rather It was something much more than that especially because the sex was mind-blowing and the time I spent with them all outside of the bedroom had great weight and I trusted them with some pretty intimate details of my life also including the good, bad, and ugly then most importantly, I have shared my dreams with them and they had done nothing but support me. I guess part of me felt like I’d earned a little more trust than they wer

I said. THE BIKER garage smelled like oil, metal, and freedom. The moment we stepped inside, the tension in my chest loosened slightly. The estate always felt heavy. Controlled. Every wall felt like it had ears. Here, the world felt raw and honest. Motorcycles lined the concrete floor. Tools hung from the walls. A radio played softly in the background. Jacob tossed his jacket over a chair. “You okay?” he asked. Emotion flickered through me. I leaned against the workbench and exhaled slowly.

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She heard the words his mind had screamed into hers as their bodies continued to war with one another for dominance in the wake of their mutual release. MATE It had said over and over again. MATE MATE That's what she'd been to him, the mysterious biker man who had come into her life on a whim. Brick grunted as he maneuvered her in bed rolling her onto her belly as he pulled back and his massive cock dangled between his thighs hot and sticky from their previous joining before he impaled her from behind, his large rough, and strong hands moving along her smooth bare flesh questing and gripping her with ease as she moaned face first into the nearby pillows taking the pummeling his massive cock

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.