Ethan's Pov
The hum of my Harley beneath me isn't just noise—it's order. It's about control and power to be able to handle a machine that can kill you if you aren't too careful.
A steady vibration that tells me the road and everyone on it listens when I speak. The world bends when I move.
Almost everything belongs to me.
Almost.
There's one thing—one person—I want. No. Need. More than anything I've ever taken, claimed, or destroyed. And she's the only thing I can't quite reach yet.
Jamie Carter.
Long brown hair. A soft, stupidly cute button nose. The kind of face that looks like it doesn't know how cruel the world can be—and somehow survives it anyway. She had me from the very first day I saw her. I kept my distance, made sure of it, but I was always watching. Always making sure she
