Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
"Now, I don't know if he likes you as much as his food and bikes, but he likes you."
"Yeah, food. What the hell is that?" I was so damn confused when he asked for food, even more so when he grabbed the food and ate it on the way out.
"Joker and his food, if he could marry it, he would," she says while laughing. "He's a good guy, mentally unstable and deranged, but a fierce as hell protector. He gave up fifteen years of his life to protect my dad; there’s nothing he wouldn't do for someone he loves."