Breed Me On The Bike
READING AGE 18+
Cora Lang has two weeks until her wedding and a Target bag full of her fiancé’s favorite chips when she walks into her own bedroom and finds him in bed with her stepmother and her stepsister.She tells herself that is the worst thing that can happen to a girl who is almost twenty, still untouched, and stupid enough to believe a man who never laid a hand on her was being careful.She is wrong.The wedding was never hers. The house was never safe. The man she called her father who cried outside the dressing room when she tried on the dress already spent her. Cora’s father owes Iron Dominion, the Chicago club the city pretends it cannot see, and he paid with the only thing they would take: his daughter, unused, delivered on time.She drives to his shop because fathers do not sell their girls. She says it out loud the whole way there. But her father does not take it back. He calls it a favor. He calls it the one thing he has ever asked her for. He takes her keys in his hand and tells her not to run.Iron Dominion does not wait.Now the debt has a due date, and it is tonight.Knox Vane does not buy brides. He collects what he is owed. Rhett Calder smiles like collection is the fun part, and talks to her like her father already introduced them.. Nash Crowe does not waste words on comfort. West Harlan looks at her like she is a problem he wants to keep. Four men. One club that does not return what it takes. A girl who walked in on a threesome and found out her whole future had been collateral.Cora can hate them. She can hate her father more. She cannot undo a deal Iron Dominion already signed.She was never going to walk down that aisle.She was always going to walk into them and become theirs, because they had already staked a claim long before her father even owed a debt.
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CORA~
It is dark when I pull into my own driveway.
Miles’s SUV is gone. Good. If I had to look at it tonight I would key it and I do not have time for a misdemeanor on top of a million-dollar debt.
The house smells like this afternoon with the candle I lit this morning like a person who still had a normal T……
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