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"I love working with companies and strike a mutually beneficial business deal. And I fucking love football.? I feel those butterflies again in my stomach. Right now, he looks so sexy. And he still has this bad boy aura that I always wonder how. But it's not like some destructive, wrecked bad boys many girls sometimes fantasize to sweep off their feet. Those who are insecure and have tattoos plus guns and whom their parents definitely won't approve. This bad boy is different. It's the kind of those bad boys who are driven, intellectual and have mastered self-control to really kick ass in the real dog-eat-dog world.

Just us. BASTARD!!!

He’s big, dangerous, and completely obsessed with me. Saxon isn’t the kind of guy you bring home to the folks–not that I have any. As the leader of the biker gang, “The Heartless Bastards,” he has fists like cannonballs, a dark past, a body covered in scars, and lips that whisper secrets I shouldn’t want to hear. When he sets his sights on something, he takes it. And now, he’s got his sights on me.

I see nothing squirming around in them, so at least he has one plus. I missed the faint jagged scar trailing down his right cheekbone in my first perusal. He's hard, immoveable, and again the word deadly flitters through my overtaxed brain. I've never seen a human with a chest his size or muscles that bulge with every breath he takes. The leather harness runs across his pectoral muscles just below his nipples. Maybe he thinks they make him appear more badass. They're unneeded. If King has a middle name, it's Badass.

I see nothing squirming around in them, so at least he has one plus. I missed the faint jagged scar trailing down his right cheekbone in my first perusal. He's hard, immoveable, and again the word deadly flitters through my overtaxed brain. I've never seen a human with a chest his size or muscles that bulge with every breath he takes. The leather harness runs across his pectoral muscles just below his nipples. Maybe he thinks they make him appear more badass. They're unneeded. If King has a middle name, it's Badass.

I fold my arms over my chest and focus on the wall and the poster of the boy band I was obsessed with as a child. “Black Industries is failing, and he approached Matteo with a deal. Matteo took it but made him sign over everything as collateral. Curtis is not that smart, he didn’t read the contract. Curtis thinks he is now untouchable because of Matteo. But he doesn’t realise he just got into a cage with a dragon. That dragon is biding his time to burn him, his associates, and the elite of New York that are involved in this to the ground.” I look at him.

“He must be badass.” “Oh, he is.” Stan grinned, deliberately flashing his unnaturally long canine teeth. “I asked for a dossier on him so I’ve read all about him. He’s good. He had better not show me attitude though. ‘Cause if he does, I’m going to have a great time breaking every bone in his body and ending his career.” “Aw come on, you two are supposed to be working together as trainers, not enemies.” Jeremy laughed. “I don’t think he’ll give you attitude.”

He added, waiting for my reaction. Large and very rich pack. Their Alpha - Luca Sheridan - was young, probably my age. He challenged his own father, who stepped down too afraid of being killed. A wuss and a jerk. What a great lineage... Despite that, I still could not piece out why they thought I would react badly to that.

Is he a sociopath? "And you don't feel bad at all? Did you enjoy it?" I feel dizzy. I still can't wrap my head around this. I thought these kinds of things only happened in movies! "Of course, I feel bad for the guy! But it's the ugly side of this lifestyle," Logan winced. "I don't understand. Why would you want this kind of lifestyle?" I asked. Logan looks into the space for a moment as if he is thinking hard. "I don't know why. Maybe because I want to feel powerful? All my life, people assumed that I'm some kind of a goody two shoes, and I want to prove them wrong."

God, he looks like a fucking sexy macho dripping melting ball of delicious ice cream vanilla with all that sweat and thick, ripped corded muscles. I am really, totally fucked. "Focus Cage!" A deep loud masculine voice booms from behind me, making me flinch just the same time Killer swoops in on Nate's distracted stance, sweeping Nate's legs out from under him. They both crash to the hard ground. Oh God no.