Pampered By The Rival Underground Boss

For two years, I was the hidden genius engineer who built the fastest engines on the West Coast, keeping my husband Alec's motorcycle club in absolute power.

But he tossed a fake thirty-day separation agreement on my desk, just to keep me docile while he openly flaunted his new mistress in our garage.

Genevra Woodward paraded around in my shop, calling me a useless freeloader.

Alec's mother publicly humiliated me in front of the whole club, claiming I brought nothing to the family.