She’s barely legal. He’s more than twice her age. None of it matters. He’s about to show her why he’s nicknamed SHAFT.
She’s property of a rival club.
Barely legal and way too innocent for me.
I’m too old, hardened by life.
One look and it’s too late.
I've claimed her as my own.
And I’ll die before anyone take her away. Bree says we’re soulmates, fated for each other.
When I’m staring down the barrel of a gun--it seems like fate has given me the shaft.