Martina
Martina never knew real love and she certainly never expected to find it in a Tijuana strip club owned by a badass outlaw biker.
Martina:
Sold like property. Hunted like prey.
All because my brother racked up a debt he couldn’t pay—and handed me over to the cartel as collateral.
I barely escaped with my life.
Bleeding and desperate, I duck into the first place I find: The Tropics—a strip club owned by the Royal Bastards MC. It’s loud, packed, and chaotic. Perfect cover.
Until I realize it’s the Enforcer’s birthday.
Until they mistake me for the night’s entertainment.
Until he pulls me into his lap with a grin that says he’s ready to unwrap his present.
He’s older. Harder. Built like a brawler with a voice that scrapes over skin like gravel.
I came here to disappear.
But now, I’m front and center—dancing for a man who looks at me like I belong to him.
And I can’t decide if he’s my ticket to freedom…
Or just another cage I can’t escape.
Mistaken Identity, Age Gap, Biker Chicks, Alpha Women, Female Cage Fighter
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