Property of the Bad Boy – FREE

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Marriage? Hell no!

I didn’t know the meaning of tied down, unless it involved a hot chick lashed to a bedpost under me. Live fast. Get laid. That’s how I liked it.

Until Beatrice.

She was an olive branch from the Motorcycle Club, the club’s own daughter, a peace offering.

She’s everything I hate. Everything I’ve resisted. Everything I suddenly want to claim, starting with those curves driving me crazy.

And now I’ve knocked her up.

The MC wants her back, but I’m not in a giving mood. She’s mine and I’m never letting her go.

A fight’s headed my way, but I’m ready. She’s my woman, my wife, my property. I’ll kill anybody who tries to take her—or my kid—away.

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