What the Gang Leader Claims

"I do not share what belongs to me, only," I growled at the woman cowering before me. "Do you understand, Miss Lucas?"
"Yes, Mr Jerdoul." Her voice shook. I smiled in satisfaction. Stepping closer to her, my hand gently raised her chin, indicating her to look at me. In one quick movement, my lips were attached to hers. Knowingly, she returned the kiss.
"Good girl." I whispered. But I hated the feeling that erupted in my chest.

Malachi Jerdoul, the leader of the Saviours, the street fighter, the business maker. Having dropped out of school and losing his entire family to a mass shooting, he never believed in happy endings.

He was used to living recklessly with any woman he met, not really caring about the outcome until he ran into Cara Lucas. Quite literally. Intrigued by her personality and image, the twenty-seven-year-old gangster made it his mission to claim her as his.

And whatever Malachi Jerdoul held on to, had claw marks on it.