An Age-Gap, Grumpy-Sunshine Instalove MC Romance

She's a curvy bartender forced to patch up a stranger's wounds at gunpoint.
He's a scarred ex-Marine biker who walks in like judgment day.
One look, one touch, and the claim feels inevitable.

Sofia

I didn't choose that night.
I was taken, ordered to work, and told to keep quiet.
Then Diesel walked in, tall, tattooed, scarred, and impossibly calm in the chaos.
He didn't ask questions. He stepped between me and the men with guns like it was the only thing he knew how to do.
The second he touched me, my hands stopped shaking.
The second he looked at me, I felt safe, seen, and like I already belonged to him.
Now danger is still circling, and Diesel keeps me close like letting go was never on the table.
I should be terrified of how fast this is moving.
Instead, every low word and possessive touch pulls me deeper in.
And when he tells me I'm safe, I believe him without hesitation.

Diesel

I'm not a good man. I'm a Ruined Saints.
Ex-Marine. Patched. Scarred. Built for war, not tenderness.
Then I saw Sofia, all curves, dark eyes, and quiet courage, and something in me just stopped.
I got her out. I kept her close. Wasn't a decision, it just happened.
She's warm, rattled, and deserves better than my world, but I'm not letting her walk.
Not when she fits against my chest like she was carved for it.
Not when one glance from her does more damage than any firefight ever did.
Trouble is still out there, and whoever comes looking is going to regret it.
Sofia is mine to protect.
And once I claim something, I don't hand it back.