Spark thought things couldn’t get worse—until the Pres handed him his newest assignment: play bodyguard to a rival club’s bratty princess. Babysitting duty? Yeah, he’d rather wrestle a pissed-off grizzly.
But from the moment she struts in—all curves, sass, and trouble—Spark knows he’s screwed. She’s not some spoiled little MC princess. She’s fire wrapped in leather, and her smile is pure sin.
He was just supposed to keep her safe.
He didn’t plan on claiming her.
She’s off-limits. He’s off his game. And neither of them is ready for what happens when fate takes the wheel.
