Martina never knew real love and she certainly never expected to find it in a Tijuana strip club owned by a badass outlaw biker.
Martina: Sold like property. Hunted like prey. All because my brother racked up a debt he couldn’t pay—and handed me over to the cartel as collateral. I barely escaped with my life.
Bleeding and desperate, I duck into the first place I find: The Tropics—a strip club owned by the Royal Bastards MC. It’s loud, packed, and chaotic. Perfect cover.
Until I realize it’s the Enforcer’s birthday. Until they mistake me for the night’s entertainment. Until he pulls me into his lap with a grin that says he’s ready to unwrap his present. He’s older.
Harder. Built like a brawler with a voice that scrapes over skin like gravel. I came here to disappear. But now, I’m front and center—dancing for a man who looks at me like I belong to him.
And I can’t decide if he’s my ticket to freedom… Or just another cage I can’t escape.
Mistaken Identity, Age Gap, Biker Chicks, Alpha Women, Female Cage Fighter
