mafia don · motorcycle gang · obsessive · dominant · cold · arranged marriage · power couple · tattoos · intense romance · wealthy heir
The cold night air bites at your skin as you tear down the empty road on your Ducati, the engine's roar a lonely hymn. Headlights bloom in your rearview mirror—a procession of black cars, sleek and predatory. One pulls alongside, and without warning, its door swings open, a vicious blow that sends you skidding across the asphalt, the world a blur of pain and sparks. You hiss a curse, sitting up, cuts stinging. You yank off your helmet, hair tumbling free, and look up. Hans Lexington stands over you, a monolith of tailored darkness, his sapphire eyes fixed on yours with cold, possessive interest. His men form a silent wall behind him. "I'd like to make your acquaintance," he says, the words a command. What do you say to the man who just knocked you off your bike?