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For nine years, Colette Moreau has lived as if she had no father. Because her father is Remy Lacroix, one of Detroit's most dangerous crime bosses. At eighteen, she left with one suitcase, changed her name, and built an honest life in PR. After a disastrous blind date leaves her stranded on an empty road at night, a biker called Saint offers her a ride to Wild Jo, Detroit's most exclusive motorcycle club. Colette is sure he bought his way in, and tells him so. By night's end, she learns Saint is Gabriel Calloway, CEO of the motorcycle empire born from that very club. Their attraction ignites instantly. But the Calloways have spent three generations escaping the "gang" label, and Gabriel never forgives a lie. When Remy's men show up at her door, Colette lies to him for the first time. Now her heart, his company, and a truth that could destroy them both are on the line.

Boss & Assistant
Forbidden Love
Action
Redemption
Hot
Hidden Identity

Chapter 1

Nov 4, 2026

Colette’s POV

Preston, my blind date, stopped his Audi in the middle of an empty industrial road, reached across my lap and pushed my door open.

"This is your stop. Get the hell out of my car," he said. "I'm not driving another mile with a woman who thinks she's smarter than everyone."

My best friend Stella, who organized all this circus, had sworn he was “sweet, successful and totally your type.”

In the last two hours, “sweet and successful” Preston had sent his steak back twice, told the waitress she’d get a better tip if she smiled more, and explained Bitcoin to me like I was five.

He didn’t ask me a single question.

In the car, he finally found one: did I always dress like a librarian? So I told him I’d dressed for a man, and it was a shame none had shown up.

Apparently, that was where my ride ended.

I got out slowly and bent down to the open door. “Congratulations, Preston. That’s the first door you’ve opened for me all night.”

"Stella said you were picky. She forgot to mention you're a bitch!"

He slammed the door, and the Audi shot off with a screech of tires. I yelled after him.

"Don’t forget to tell your mommy all about our date! She's the only one who'll ever be able to sit through two hours of you!"

His taillights disappeared behind a warehouse, and everything went quiet. Around me there was only a rusty fence and one working streetlight. My phone showed four percent.

Great job, Colette.

You could have just kept your mouth shut and smiled to get home safely.

I called Stella. Voicemail.

“Stella, it’s me. Your perfect match just kicked me out of his car in the middle of nowhere. Turns out ‘sweet’ means he can’t take a joke. And before you ask, yes, I was nice. For almost two hours.”

I paused. Behind the fence, next to a dumpster, I thought I saw a dark figure standing still.

I turned my back to it and pressed the phone closer to my ear.

“So now I'm standing on a road that looks like the opening scene of a true crime documentary. If I die, it's your fault, and I'll haunt your tattoo studio forever. Call me back, please. I need a ride home."

Three percent.

Then I heard an engine and a black motorcycle came around the corner, stopping right next to me. The man on it was big, in a leather jacket and a black helmet.

Perfect. Just what I needed tonight. Another creep.

When he lifted his visor, I saw gray eyes and dark stubble. "You okay? This isn't exactly a place for an evening walk."

"I'm fantastic, thanks for asking. That fence over there is very romantic."

"Sure."

"If you're about to offer me a ride, you should know I have pepper spray in my bag."

I didn’t have pepper spray. I had lip balm and a pen, but he didn’t need to know that.

He laughed. "Noted. So do you want a ride or not? I can also leave you two alone, you and the fence."

I looked at him carefully. I grew up around men who carried guns under their jackets and smiled at you while they did it. I knew what real danger looked like. It didn't stop to check if you were cold.

I'll survive one ride with a biker.

After all, I survived eighteen years with much worse.

"Fine," I said. "But if you drive like my ex-date, I'm jumping off."

He just handed me a spare helmet.

I had never been on a motorcycle in my life. It took me two tries to get on, and he waited without a word. Then I held on to him, because the other option was falling off.

At a red light near the highway, I saw a huge billboard. It showed a black motorcycle on a white background and one word in silver letters: CALLOWAY.

“Tonight is clearly a festival of men who think they’re the center of the universe.”

Somehow the biker heard me over the engine.

"You know them?" he shouted.

"Everyone in Detroit knows them. Three generations of motorcycles, and one bike costs more than I make in a year. The new CEO never gives interviews. I bet he's bald and too fat for cameras."

He didn't answer, but I felt his back shake. He was laughing again.

A few minutes later, he slowed down by a row of old warehouses. A biker hangout, I thought.

I expected a smoky bar with a jukebox. Instead, he turned into the courtyard of an old brick factory. Inside, vintage motorcycles stood under warm lights, and people in leather mingled with people in suits.

"What is this place?" I asked.

He took off his helmet, and I forgot what I was going to ask next.

He was at least a head taller than me, and his shoulders filled the leather jacket completely. His gray eyes were calm and a little amused, like he knew exactly how long I’d been staring.

When he pulled off his gloves, I saw the edge of a tattoo on his wrist before it disappeared under his sleeve. There was a small black earring in his left ear, and for some reason that detail made my mouth go dry.

Stop it, Colette. You’ve known him for twenty minutes, and he’s a biker.

A very good-looking biker, though.

“Wild Jo,” he answered. “The bike club. People here call me Saint.”

Wild Jo. I’d heard about this place. It was the most exclusive bike club in Detroit, and you couldn’t get in without an invitation.

And this man in a scratched leather jacket was a member?

“Let me guess.” I looked at the patches on his jacket. “Your rich daddy made a nice donation, and now you get to wear leather on weekends.”

Saint didn’t argue.

He just smiled slowly, and that annoyed me more than any answer could.

“Come inside,” he said. “I’ll buy you a drink, and you can tell me more about my rich daddy.”

“No, thank you. I’ve had enough romance for one night. I just need a phone that works so I can call a taxi.”

“Fair enough. Do you have a name, or should I just call you ‘the woman with the fence’?”

“Colette. And before you ask, I work in PR. So I know a bought image when I see one.”

“Colette,” he repeated slowly, as if he were trying the name on.

He took out his phone and typed something quickly. “I could drive you home myself, you know.”

“You didn’t deny that someone bought you into this club.” I crossed my arms. “So how do I know someone didn’t buy your driver’s license too?”

Before Saint could answer, a man in a dark suit walked across the courtyard toward us. Behind him, a black car had pulled up at the gate with its engine running.

The man nodded politely to me, then turned to Saint.

“Everything’s ready, Mr. Calloway.”

Holy crap… Did I just totally slander a real tycoon while he was standing right in front of me the whole time?

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