She showed up at my clubhouse with a broken car and a smile. She left with my cut and my heart.
I’m the president of the Iron Saints MC. I don’t do soft. Don’t do sweet. Don’t do anything that might be mistaken for weakness.
Then Sparrow Delaney breaks down outside my bar – all sunshine and ridiculous optimism – and asks to use our phone like we’re a godd*mn gas station. She shouldn’t be here.
This world will eat her alive. But when I see the bruises she’s hiding and the fear beneath that smile, I decide she’s under my protection now. My club. My rules. My little bird.
She thinks she’s just passing through. She has no idea I’ve already decided she’s staying forever.
Tropes: MC president × runaway heroine ? grumpy/sunshine ? protective possessive hero ? he claims her ? touch her and die
