Hands Off My Bride: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

LET ME MAKE ONE THING CLEAR: KEEP YOUR F**KING HANDS OFF MY BRIDE.

She wants to get away from me, but I know one thing for sure:
I'm never gonna let that happen.
She belongs to me now.

I had to claim everything I've ever owned in this life.
Surely, my bride will be no different.

Whether Dakota wants it or not, soon she'll come to realize the truth:
I've put my claim on her, and there's not a damn thing she can do about it.

It's my job to keep her safe, not take her to bed.
But I've never been good at following rules.
In fact, crossing lines is what I do best.
So I crossed the line between me and her and made the little princess my toy.

She never expected to love it so much.

But now that she's mine, there's people out to hurt her.
They think it's the best way to get to me.
Little do they know, they've woken a sleeping beast.

Because anyone who touches my bride is getting buried six feet deep.