Property of the Bad Boy

F*CK MARRIAGE. I didn't know the meaning of tied down, unless it involved a hot chick lashed to a bedpost under me. Live hard. F*ck harder. That's how I liked it. Until Beatrice. She was an olive branch from the Motorcycle Club, the club's own daughter, a peace offering. She's everything I hate. Everything I've resisted. Everything I suddenly want to claim, starting with those curves driving me crazy. And now I've knocked her up. The MC wants her back, but I'm not in a giving mood. She's mine and I'm never letting her go. A fight's headed my way, but I'm ready. She's my woman, my wife, my property. I'll kill anybody who tries to take her - or my kid - away.