Blood on the Asphalt bikers
They killed her father. Now she's racing straight into the heart of enemy territory.
Mia Chen has one rule, never let them see your face. As the underground racing legend "Ghost Rider," she's untouchable until a rigged race tears off her mask and exposes her identity to the worst possible person. Dax Steele, VP of the Iron Wolves MC, the club that bankrupted her father and drove him to an early grave.
Now she owes $50,000 to men who don't accept apologies, and Dax offers her a deal she can't refuse, race for the Iron Wolves in the inter-club championship, and he'll clear her debt. But working for her enemy means living in his world, sleeping under his roof, and discovering that everything she believed about her father's death might be a lie.
Dax has secrets of his own, evidence that his father was framed, and the real culprit is still out there. He needs Mia's skills on the track and her mechanical genius in the garage. What he doesn't need is the fire she ignites in his blood every time she defies him.
As they dig deeper into the past, attraction sparks into something dangerous. Because in the biker world, loyalty is everything and loving your enemy could get you both killed.
She came for revenge. She stayed for the truth. She'll risk everything for him.
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Chapter 5
"He fed the Dealers the blueprints. He helped them destroy your father because my father Dutch promised him a seat at the high table for his silence. It was a business merger built on your father's ashes, Mia."
The world seemed to tilt. The hatred I'd carried for three years was cracking. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was a liar, but the proof was screaming louder from the monitors.
"Why are you telling me this, Dax?" I asked, my voice trembling. "If your father authorized this, why betray your own blood for me?"
"Because loyalty to a lie isn't loyalty at all. It's a cage." He reached out, his hand hovering before his calloused thumb grazed my jawline. The touch was light, but it felt like a brand of fire on my skin. It was a mechanic's hand rough, strong, and steady. "And because I've watched you race, Mia. You don't just have his skills; you have his fire. You're the only one fast enough to help me burn this corruption to the ground."
My heart hammered against my ribs. I should have pushed him away. But the air in the room had grown thick, charged with a dangerous electricity. For a heartbeat, the revenge and the debt vanished. There was only the heat of his skin and the way his gaze dropped to my lips. He leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek, and for the first time, I wanted to close the distance with the enemy.
Then, the heavy oak door exploded inward, hitting the stopper with a bang that shook the foundations of the building.
"Dax!" a gravelly, smoke-ruined voice roared from the threshold.
I spun around, my hand instinctively reaching for the steel wrench I kept in my back pocket. Standing in the doorway was Marcus "Dutch" Steele. The President. He looked like an older, more cynical version of Dax, his face weathered by decades of violence. In his right hand, he held a heavy chrome revolver, the barrel pointed at the floor, but his knuckles were white against the trigger.
"What the hell is Chen's brat doing in the inner sanctum?" Dutch's eyes moved from me to the monitors, still frozen on the image of the fire. His face went from a mottled, angry red to a ghostly white.
Dax stepped in front of me, his large frame shielding me from his father's sight. The transition from the man who had almost kissed me to the cold Vice President was instantaneous.
"She's the rider for the Championship, Dutch," Dax said, his voice like grinding stones. "And she was just leaving."
"She isn't going anywhere," Dutch growled, raising the revolver until the barrel was leveled directly at Dax's chest. "Not after what she's seen in this room."
Behind Dutch, I saw Snake slip into the room like a shadow, a jagged grin twisting his lips. He wasn't just here to collect a debt anymore. He was here to bury the witness.
Dax didn't flinch. He reached behind his back, his fingers brushing mine for a fraction of a second a silent command to stay still.
"If you pull that trigger," Dax said quietly, "you lose the only person who can win the territory back. You kill the club to save your own skin. Is that the deal you made, old man?"
The standoff stretched into eternity. Dutch's hand trembled. He looked at his son, then at me, then at the traitorous snake at his shoulder.
"Take her to the basement," Dutch finally rasped. "Lock her in the cage. If she's as good as you say, Dax, she'll race. But she'll do it with a collar around her neck."
Snake stepped forward, pulling heavy zip-ties from his belt. I looked at Dax, waiting for him to fight. But he stood there, his face a mask of cold stone, as Snake grabbed my arms and yanked them behind my back.
"Dax?" I whispered, my voice breaking.
He didn't look at me. He didn't say a word as they dragged me toward the door. But as I passed him, I felt something small, cold, and hard pressed into my palm the emergency override key to the biometric lock.
"Don't make me regret this, Ghost," he muttered, so low that even Snake couldn't hear.
Then the door slammed shut, and I was plunged into the darkness of the hallway, heading for the one place in the clubhouse no one ever walked out of alive.
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9.3
THE KING IS DEAD. LONG LIVE THE MONSTER.
Five years ago, Julian Thorne was the golden heir to London's most powerful banking dynasty. Then, his own brother paid to have him murdered.
The world mourned. The family moved on. And his brother claimed everything Julian left behind-including Isolde Sterling, the icy, breathtaking heiress to the shipping empire.
But Julian didn't die. He survived hell, forged in the brutal underground fighting pits of the East, and now... the ghost has returned home.
He crashes his brother's engagement party with a scar on his face, violence in his veins, and a single vow: Burn it all down.
He will strip his family of their fortune. He will expose the dark conspiracy that rules the city. But his sweetest revenge? Stealing the bride.
Isolde knows she should run. The man who returned is a predator-cold, lethal, and terrifyingly seductive. But when he looks at her with those dark, possessive eyes, she realizes the terrifying truth: she doesn't want to be saved. She wants to burn with him.
Revenge is a dish best served hot.
8.4
Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .
9.1
Amélie Rousseau grows up believing that honesty, hard work, and faith will save her from poverty.
Paris proves her wrong.
Despite her brilliance, every door stays closed-until the day Clara Duval, the woman Amélie once helped, steals her future through lies, favors, and corruption. When Amélie dares to speak up, the system silences her and laughs.
That is when Monsieur Lefèvre offers her a way out.
Under his guidance, Amélie learns the true language of power-deception, loyalty, and sacrifice. One lie leads to another, and soon she rises in the same world that once rejected her.
But Julien Moreau, the man who loves the girl she used to be, watches her change.
At the height of her success, Amélie must choose: destroy Julien to protect her empire, or expose the corruption and lose everything.
Because in Paris, goodness is not free-
and survival always demands a price.
7.1
For ten years, my family kept me locked away, forcing me to play the part of a broken, mentally unstable girl. They controlled me with sedatives and treated me like a ghost in my own home, a prisoner in a gilded cage.
But I had a secret. I was a world-famous anonymous artist with a hidden fortune, and I had an escape plan. On the day of my cousin's wedding, my rebellion was accidentally witnessed by a dangerous stranger who saw the predator beneath my fragile mask.
To silence him, I dragged him into a dark closet. The encounter turned raw and reckless, a violent collision I used as the perfect cover for my escape. I vanished with a new name and a one-way ticket to a new life, leaving him with nothing but a bloodstain and the bitter taste of betrayal.
I thought I was free, that I had successfully buried the girl I was forced to be and the man I was forced to use.
Three months later, on a superyacht in Monaco, he found me. He wasn't just some wealthy guest; he was the ruthless head of a powerful crime syndicate, and I was trapped in his private penthouse. He locked the door, his eyes black with possessive rage.
"The game is over," he whispered. "This time, you're not running."
7.2
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They said loving him would ruin her, and they were right.
Adrianna never meant to fall for Xavier Palmer, the cold, untouchable billionaire whose name alone could silence a room. He was dangerous, controlling, and completely out of her world.
But the moment he claimed her as his, there was no escape.
What started as a forced bond quickly turned into something far more dangerous. Obsession and possession, a love so intense it blurred the line between protection and destruction.
Then everything shattered.
A brutal accident leaves Adrianna fighting for her life... and Xavier drowning in guilt, rage, and a darkness no one has ever seen before. While she lies unconscious, he hunts for the truth behind the attack, unaware that betrayal is closer than he thinks.
When Adrianna finally wakes up, nothing is the same.
Secrets have been buried, a child has been lost, and enemies are closing in.
But Xavier has made one thing clear.
He will destroy anyone who dares touch what belongs to him, even if it means becoming the monster she fears.
Even if it means losing her forever.
8.2
He left her on the streets. His brother-in-law picked her up. and made her his wife.
On the day her ex, Mark, married the wealthy socialite Bella, Elena was thrown out with nothing but the clothes on her back-humiliated, broken, and utterly alone.
Until Eric Thompson appeared.
Bella's older brother. Mark's powerful brother-in-law. And the most feared Alpha in the city.
He offered her a hand when no one else would. Then, he offered her a deal:
A marriage in name only. A shield against her past. A chance to rebuild.
Elena accepted, expecting a cold arrangement between strangers. But behind closed doors, Eric's carefully guarded control unraveled-and so did hers. Their chemistry was explosive, their nights intense, and the lines between business and pleasure blurred beyond recognition.
He was the one man she could never have. and the only one she couldn't resist.
But when Mark realizes what he truly lost, and Bella discovers the secret behind her brother's bride, Elena must decide:
Is this just a contract?
Or is this the love she was always meant to fight for?