Being a foster kid, she couldn't wait to be able to leave the group home. Finally eighteen, and the help of her mentor at the group home, she was able to leave the clenched of the system and head towards the bright sun that shone over Los Angeles, California. Talias River starts her life in California, now Twenty-One years old getting a job and a place of her own. Making new friends and living a normal life, she couldn't be more happy. She is strong minded and does not let the fact that she grew up in foster care stop her from living the little life she has. But what happened when her friend drags her to a biker bar and she ends up having a one night stand with a biker man. But not just any biker man, the MC of the Devil Riders Biker Gang. Rider King is the MC to the biggest biker gang in LA. He runs the streets and his gang. Makes sure that his gang is a brotherhood, that trust, honor and loyalty run along every member and prospect. But what happens when he meets the beautiful raven hair and brow eye beauty and they have a night to remember. Now what happened when Talia finds out she got pregnant by the leader of a Motorcycle gang? How will Rider react? Will he turn her away? Follow the ups and down of Talias life after she meets, HER BIKER BABY DADDY❗️ ******************************** Amazing Cover By @_Kassie ❗️ She Does Amazing Covers❗️❣️❣️❣️

I was Serena Vitale-untouchable queen of the Vitale empire, born to command boardrooms and blood oaths alike. One bullet at my father's birthday dinner shattered it all. Blood soaked the marble, whispers of betrayal rippled through every famiglia, and my uncle Matteo sharpened his knife for my throne. Suddenly, the wolves circled. Allies turned vultures. The only door left standing? The one I swore I'd never open again. Luca Ferrante. My ex-lover. The man I walked away from when his hunger for power grew darker than my own. He's no longer the charming underboss who once whispered promises against my skin. Now he rules his own ruthless syndicate with iron fists and colder eyes. And his price for protection is absolute. He doesn't want a partnership. He wants ownership. "Sign it, principessa," he murmured, sliding the contract across the table like a loaded gun. "Your empire. Your body. Your every breath-belongs to me until the blood debt is paid." I should have laughed in his face. I should have chosen pride and fought alone. But the nights grow longer, the threats closer, and the heat between us refuses to die. Every stolen touch drags me deeper into his world of velvet chains and savage loyalty. Every heated argument ends with my back against the wall and his name on my lips like a confession. In this game of thrones and twisted desire, three forces war inside me: the pride that built my name, the raw lust that still burns for the only man who ever matched my fire, and the crushing responsibility to keep the Vitale legacy from crumbling to ash. When the final betrayal strikes, I'll have to decide what I'm willing to surrender... and what I'm ready to claim. Because in our world, queens don't kneel. They choose who gets to crown them.