Some fires are meant to cleanse… theirs are meant to destroy. The Iron Flame MC doesn’t just ride dirty–they profit from it. Torch the building. File the claim. Collect the payout. No witnesses.
No loose ends.
I was supposed to be neither. Just a job. A dirty one–but I made a mistake the second I stepped into their world. I caught his attention. He’s the one they send when things get messy. Cold eyes.
Blood on his hands. No mercy–only control.
And now I belong to him. Not because I want to. Because he decided it.
I tell myself I’ll escape before I become another casualty. But he’s always there. Watching. Waiting. Owning. And the truth is—the fire isn’t what scares me anymore. It’s how much I crave the burn.
