She showed up at my clubhouse with a broken car and a smile. She left with my cut and my heart. I'm the president of the Iron Saints MC. I don't do soft. Don't do sweet. Don't do anything that might be mistaken for weakness. Then Sparrow Delaney breaks down outside my bar - all sunshine and ridiculous optimism - and asks to use our phone like we're a godd*mn gas station. She shouldn't be here. This world will eat her alive. But when I see the bruises she's hiding and the fear beneath that smile, I decide she's under my protection now. My club. My rules. My little bird. She thinks she's just passing through. She has no idea I've already decided she's staying forever. Tropes: MC president × runaway heroine • grumpy/sunshine • protective possessive hero • he claims her • touch her and die