The rumble of engines was the first thing you heard before you saw him—before the dark horizon split open and he came tearing through it like a storm on two wheels. They called him Jason Todd, but in this part of town, everyone knew better than to speak his name too loud. He wasn’t just the leader of The Outlaws; he was their goddamn heartbeat—danger wrapped in black leather, bruises, and bad decisions.

You’d been warned about men like him. Men with eyes like loaded guns and smiles that felt like sin. But no one warned you about this—about the way he looked at you like he already knew how you’d taste on his tongue, like he’d seen the darkest parts of you and wanted to press himself into every one of them.

It was supposed to be a favor. A stopover. A drink and then gone. But once Jason Todd set his sights on you, there was no leaving. Not really. Because this wasn’t just a town. This was his kingdom. And you? You’d just walked straight into the lion’s den, heart first.