Introduction

⚠️Disclaimer:
This book contains depictions of violence, sexual 18+ content Reader discretion is advised.
Hey babes!💋
This story is going to be enemies to lovers, dark romance, they both are bikers and come from really rich families, this book is going to spicy, I'm writing this book because of my obsession with bikers and I hope y'all enjoy it!
(This book is going to be in Dual POV)
⚠️There will be spelling mistakes in this book. English is not my first language.⚠️
And please do not give any unnecessary hate if you didn't like the book. If you don't have anything good to say just don't say anything. (Apologies if I was rude)
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Prologue (Author's POV)
They said hate was the purest emotion, honest, raw, unfiltered.
But they never spoke of what happens when hate begins to crave what it despises.
Long before the obsession and ruin, before hearts broke and names turned to ash, there was only the sound of engines and silence between two souls destined to collide.
Two lives, two legacies, one born of grace, the other of sin.
She was privilege wrapped in perfection.
Scarlett Sinclair, the golden girl of Blackridge, carved from old money and careful lies. She was elegance, rebellion disguised as grace, the kind of beauty that was never meant to get dirty.
He was danger wearing a smile.
Antonio Persico, the secret heir to a Mafia built in blood, the boy who rode like he was trying to escape his own fate. His touch could ruin, his gaze could burn, and his silence could make the world tremble.
They were never meant to meet.
Never meant to touch.
But destiny doesn’t follow rules made by men, or gods.
And when a race turned into a rivalry, and rivalry into desire, the fire began.
Every glare became a spark. Every word, a wound. Every touch, a sin they couldn’t stop committing.
Because between them, love was never gentle.
It was war, fast, loud, and destined to destroy.
And from that night on, neither of them would ever be the same.
Not the golden girl who rode like she wanted to die free.
Not the boy who hated her enough to love her forever.





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