The President's Chaos
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Everyone at the club knows Harlow.
The bartender who never goes home alone. The girl who fucks like she’s trying to forget something and never stays for breakfast. Commitment is a foreign language to her—until the night she locks eyes with the one man she’s wanted since the day she walked into his club.
Wolf.
President of Havoc MC, the most feared motorcycle club on the coast. Widowed, untouchable and loyal to a ghost he still wears on his skin. He has spent years denying the hunger that coils low in his gut every time Harlow serves him a drink, every time she laughs too loud with another man, every time she looks at him like she already belongs on her knees for him.
He tells himself he won’t break. She tells herself she doesn’t care.
Then the past catches up.
Harlow is running from blood on her hands, from a secret that could burn the entire club to the ground. When Wolf discovers the truth, the line between protection and possession disappears. He should turn her in. He should walk away. Instead he claims her, body and soul, in ways that leave bruises, marks, and no room for mercy.
She only ever wanted one man. He only ever wanted to stay faithful to a dead woman, but neither of them got what they wanted.
The bartender who never goes home alone. The girl who fucks like she’s trying to forget something and never stays for breakfast. Commitment is a foreign language to her—until the night she locks eyes with the one man she’s wanted since the day she walked into his club.
Wolf.
President of Havoc MC, the most feared motorcycle club on the coast. Widowed, untouchable and loyal to a ghost he still wears on his skin. He has spent years denying the hunger that coils low in his gut every time Harlow serves him a drink, every time she laughs too loud with another man, every time she looks at him like she already belongs on her knees for him.
He tells himself he won’t break. She tells herself she doesn’t care.
Then the past catches up.
Harlow is running from blood on her hands, from a secret that could burn the entire club to the ground. When Wolf discovers the truth, the line between protection and possession disappears. He should turn her in. He should walk away. Instead he claims her, body and soul, in ways that leave bruises, marks, and no room for mercy.
She only ever wanted one man. He only ever wanted to stay faithful to a dead woman, but neither of them got what they wanted.


















































