Claimed By the Hitchhiker

I’m about to work in a new town, but of course, my car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. The last thing I want is to freeze my ass off as I sit on the side of the road.
Hitchhiking isn’t the best idea, but it’s not like I have any other choice.
Then, a Jeep appears. I half-expect the driver to be a serial killer wanna-be. Instead, I see a young, innocent girl with red eyes and a puffy nose.

Her beauty hits me like a freight train.

I don’t know her story, but I intend to find out. She’s running away from someone, that much I can tell. And while my training kicks in, I resist the urge to pepper her with questions. I need her to trust me first.

It doesn’t take long before she realizes I’m not one of the bad guys and starts spilling everything.

Finding out her father and his men are after her? It takes all of my willpower not to drive around and finish them myself.

And when those degenerates manage to locate her, they think they can take her from me and I won’t do anything about it. They think I won’t put up a fight even if it’s six against one. They think I’ll willingly give her up.

The thing is, she’s already mine. And anyone who comes after her has to get through me.

No one gets through me.

These assholes think they can one-up me because they outnumber me? Please, f*ckers. Don’t threaten me with a good time.