Claimed By The Iron Reaper’s SonUpdated at Jul 13, 2026, 16:16
"You shouldn't be back here, Ava. And you definitely shouldn't be looking at me like that."Jake’s voice was a dark, gravelly warning, but his hands didn't move from my waist. Trapped between his massive, ink-covered frame and the cold brick wall of the Iron Reapers’ back room, I could barely breathe. The distant thud of the clubhouse bass vibrated through the floorboards, matching the frantic rhythm of my heart."I'm just doing my job," I whispered, though my eyes dropped to his lips."Your job is behind the bar," Jake growled, his gray eyes darkening as he leaned in, his breath hot against my neck. "My job is enforcing order. But right now? All I want to do is break every single rule my father set."Ava never asked to enter the brutal, leather-clad world of the Iron Reapers Motorcycle Club. She was just a civilian trying to survive until her father’s crippling gambling addiction landed him in deep with the wrong people. When the club’s ruthless President, Stone Callahan, delivers an ultimatum—work off the fifty-thousand-dollar debt behind the clubhouse bar or watch her father disappear—Ava chooses the bar.She has one rule: keep her head down, pay the debt, and get out.But she didn't count on Jake Callahan.As Stone’s adoptive son and the next vp apparent to the club, Jake is lethal, intensely loyal, and entirely off-limits. He’s supposed to be watching her to ensure she isn't a liability. Instead, the stolen glances across a crowded bar turn into late-night confessions and a fierce, possessive hunger that neither of them can deny.When rival tensions erupt into a bloody turf war and Ava finds herself caught in the crosshairs, Jake is forced to choose between the iron laws of his brotherhood and the civilian girl who has completely undone him.The debt brought her to the club, but Jake is about to claim her forever.