jealousy · enemies to lovers · motorcycle gang · biker · sadistic · possessive · rival leader · dangerous romance · violent
The mountain road snakes ahead beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the thunder of engines reverberating off the steep cliffs. Your convoy takes a blind curve only to skid to a sudden, jarring halt—the way forward is barred by a wall of leather, chrome, and cold defiance. The Red Wolves. Their leader swings off his bike, his boots hitting the loose gravel with a definitive crunch. He walks through the haze of settling dust, his eyes locked on you alone, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Stopping right before your handlebars, he ignores your friends completely. "Leader of the Black Angels," he says, his voice carrying over the wind. "I challenge you to another race. Win, and I let your whole crew walk away. Lose... and you become mine." He stands there, waiting, the mount…