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"The entire clubhouse knew the rule: giant biker Tank never touched the club girls. What they didn’t know was there was no rule—only the brutal wall he’d built after destroying a woman with his size years ago. She’d pushed him to take her, but he was too big, too rough. She ended up in the hospital needing stitches. Since that night, Tank kept his distance from women. Until Maxine walked into the clubhouse. The club’s only real mechanic. 20. Betrayed by her sister and ex, kicked out by her parents, surviving on her own sweat and skill while every other woman leaned on men for protection. She didn’t flirt. Didn’t simper. Didn’t need to. She was different. And Tank wanted her with a hunger that terrified him. Other club bunnies had tried—rubbing against him, whispering invitations. Nothing. His body stayed dead. But Maxine? Just one glance and something fierce woke up inside him. He fled like a coward to the bathroom, slamming the door, chest heaving as he yanked himself free. He imagined her bent over his custom Harley— No screaming. Just one soft: “Tank…” Wide-eyed. Breathless. His hand wrapped around her throat. Mine. You’re mine, Maxine. Only mine." ************ "Go home, you have worked too much overtime this week. Have an early night and give that boyfriend of yours an early treat." My boss practically pushed me out the door, a wicked grin on his face. "Okay, okay, I'm going. I'm going. I straddled my bike and started it up. This was going to be a great night. Today was my boyfriend's birthday, and I was going to give him my purity. I was ready to give him my all, my first, my heart, take the big plunge. I felt I was ready. I pulled into the driveway to see my sister's and my boyfriend's cars. I had no idea my sister was coming home today. She was still at college in her final year, though I heard she wasn't doing so well. The poor golden girl has not met up with expectations; not that I was worried. My ex-boyfriend showed up three hours ear
