Claimed By the Bad Boy
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Claimed By the Bad Boy

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Olivia B. Romance

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Book 1
Emma’s life has always been about survival. A dead-end waitressing job and a mounting pile of bills are her daily struggles—until a brutal attack throws her into the path of Jax, the fierce and protective enforcer of the Steele Wolves Motorcycle Club.
Jax never expected to feel anything for the quiet, stubborn woman he rescued from an alley, but Emma gets under his skin in ways no one else ever has. As the dark world of the MC closes in around them, Jax becomes her protector—but the lines between safety and passion blur faster than either of them can keep up.
Their chemistry is undeniable, a smoldering connection neither can resist. “I’m going to make you mine, Emma… every part of you.” He growls, his voice dripping with possessive intensity .
Yet, Emma finds herself falling hard for a man who refuses to let anyone close, and the Steele Wolves’ enemies are circling, ready to strike. With secrets threatening to tear them apart and danger around every corner, Emma will have to decide if the fire between them is worth the burn.
“You’re mine, Emma. No one else’s. Remember that,” Jax whispers with the kind of passion that’s impossible to ignore . But can she really belong to a man so tied to this dangerous world, or will their love be the thing that destroys them both?
Book 2
You’re mine, Sophie. Every inch of you belongs to me. No one else touches you, no one else even looks at you the way I do.”
His voice was a low growl, possessive and raw, as his hand wrapped around her waist. Burn didn’t do soft. Not with his enemies, not with his women. He took what was his and made sure everyone knew it.
“I’m not just some weak girl waiting to be rescued, Burn. I’m with you because I choose to be. Because I want you, and no one else could handle me the way you do.”
Sophie’s breath hitched as Burn’s hands slid possessively over her body, his lips claiming hers like a man who needed her to breathe. The fire between them was undeniable—dangerous, even—but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I don’t care what the world thinks, Sophie. I don’t care if they hate me. As long as I’ve got you next to me, there’s nothing they can do to touch me.”
Burn’s words were as fierce as the war raging around them, but in that moment, Sophie was the only thing grounding him in a world drenched in blood.
The Steele Wolves MC is a ruthless, brotherhood-bound motorcycle club that rides the fine line between outlaw justice and loyalty to their own. Headquartered in Montana, with chapters spread across various states, the Steele Wolves are as feared as they are respected. They’re a tight-knit crew, built on a foundation of loyalty, blood, and a fierce code of honor that governs everything they do. Unlike other gangs or clubs that operate in the shadows, the Steele Wolves believe in asserting their dominance openly, protecting their territory with both brains and brawn.
They deal in everything from gun-running to underground deals, all while maintaining a strong connection to the communities they dominate. However, the wolves are not just about brute force—they are strategic, calculating, and always ready to take down anyone who threatens their family, both by blood and by patch.
The club’s President, Burn, leads with a sharp mind and an even sharper sense of loyalty, making him a man who is feared by enemies and revered by his brothers. Whether it’s dealing with small-time rivals or taking on organized crime syndicates like La Morte Nera, Burn and his crew won’t hesitate to use extreme violence and cunning to protect what’s theirs.
Throughout their battles with rival gangs, law enforcement, and inner club turmoil, the Steele Wolves have proven time and again that they will do whatever it takes to survive. Whether through intense combat or forging uneasy alliances, they stay true to one guiding principle: Family comes first, and betrayal is unforgivable.

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Chapter 10

POV: Jessa

The darkness wrapped around me like a cloak, but I was used to it by now. Sitting alone in the small room Reaper had given me, the low hum of voices and the occasional rumble of bikes outside acted like white noise, lulling me into a false sense of security. I could feel the weight of everything pressing dow……

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