The Teller Brand -Jax teller possessive

twisted, obsessive Jax...

Lore is tied to the club, just starting at TM-too soft to ignore, too sharp to control-and he sees her like a mirror cracked just right.

This isn't about love.
This is about ownership.
About a woman who walked into TM with oil on her hands and blood in her past, and a man who decides she's not just part of the club-she's part of him.

After weeks of tension, Jax tells her the club wants her branded-claimed, marked as property.
She thinks it's just a symbol.
She doesn't realize it's a trigger.
Once the ink's in her skin, Jax becomes something else-darker, hungrier, more obsessed.
He doesn't want to protect her.
He wants to consume her.
And the worst part?
She lets him.

"You're mine now," he says against her neck.