The Boss's Reluctant Queen

The shop is mine. The bikes are mine. The man standing in my bay telling me it's all going back to the Bratva is not. Anton Krupin left Reno nine years ago with my summer and his cut, and he came back with a suit under his leather jacket and a wife-shaped solution to a problem I didn't make. He wants the shop. I want him gone. What we got instead was a courthouse, a judge, and a ceremony his mother cried through. I told him the marriage was paper. I told him it was temporary. I told myself I could keep running the garage while he ran his family's business. Then somebody torched my office. Then Anton stopped coming home. Then I found out exactly how much he'd been standing between me and the men who wanted him gone, and I realized the deal I made was never only about a building.