She’s pregnant. She’s runnin’. And now she’s my obsession.
Heather’s the kinda woman you don’t let slip through your fingers—sweet, loyal, and way too good for a tatted-up bastard like me. I kept my hands off… until she started wakin’ up sick and we found out she’s carryin’ her ex’s kid.
The same bastard who double-crossed my club and left bodies in his wake.
She’s in deep now, and so am I. Protectin’ her ain’t enough.
I’m watchin’. Guardin’. Shadowin’ her every move.
Call it what you want—obsession, protectiveness, or straight-up stalkin’.
She’s mine to keep safe.
Mine to f*ckin’ claim.
And when the past catches up?
I’ll crush it—before it gets near her.