Skye Michaels lives for two things: ballet and romance novels. Her mother walked out when she was twelve, and her father barely acknowledges her existence. So when she’s snatched off the streets and grilled about her embezzling father’s whereabouts, she’s utterly clueless to the fact that the wickedly handsome, reclusive billionaire who sets her heart—and other parts of her body—on fire has been watching her for months. High up in his tower overlooking the Manhattan skyline, Jared Prince dictates her new reality—he’s going to keep this innocent, neglected princess he’s grown...

Anchor The moment I saw her, I knew she was mine. I knew she’d be my life, but so was the club, And she understood that she understood me. Growing up, I always wanted to prove myself, To the brothers, my father. But with my Angel, she loved me for who I was. And I took her for granted. I messed up; she left me, and rightfully so. She no longer agreed with club life; She no longer agreed with me. But losing her is not something I’m willing to stick with. She means everything to me, And it’s time she understood that. Yes, I messed up, but I promise my Angel, I’ll spend a lifetime ...

Ace I'm the president's son to the Black Angels. Next in line. My focus has always been on the club. And the ring. Until I'm paired with her in class. She was someone I wasn't expecting. She made me want her. I chose her against my mother's wishes. Everyone was against us, including her. But I wasn't giving up. I knew she was mine like I was hers. Get ready, Scarlett, because I'm not letting you go. No matter what it takes, she'll be tied to me. Scarlett Graduate and move far away from this place. That was my plan. I only had six months left. But then I was paired with the most popular guy ...

When Nikolai Romanov came looking for my brother, I emptied my savings hoping I could pay off his debt. But I didn't have even close to enough, so the bastard decided to take me instead. I didn't expect a Russian mafia boss like him to be gentle with me...and he wasn't. Not when he spanked me for daring to wear panties under the dress he chose for me, and certainly not when he stripped me out of that same dress and made me scream in his bed.

There was a sh*tstorm brewing. Whispers. Rumbles. A rot—fueled by greed and protected by corruption—that’d seeped like sewage, eating away at everything it touched. The only people I trusted were my brother by blood, my brothers by patch, and the crazy Irish-Scottish bastard I did jobs for. That was why, when the hot-as-hell blonde started trailing my brothers and me, I had to act.