He rides like he’s chasing something he’ll never catch. Maybe it’s you.

You were never supposed to be part of his world leather, chrome, and the sound of engines echoing through empty streets. But fate doesn’t ask permission. It just shows up on two wheels, smelling like gasoline and blood.

Talon Rivera was raised by the road and forged by the streets. The Iron Saints called him their best, their sharpest blade, and their most dangerous secret. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t speak unless it’s worth hearing. And he doesn’t let anyone close.

He’s not a hero. He’s not trying to be one.
But the second your paths cross, everything starts to unravel.

You’re just the new mechanic’s assistant broke, overworked, and trying to outrun your own mess of a past. The garage where you work? It’s in deep with the Iron Saints the outlaw motorcycle club that owns half the city and collects debt like blood is currency.

Everyone knows to stay out of their way.
So when a lone rider pulls in one night, engine growling low, you brace yourself.

Helmet in one hand. Blood on the other.
And a look in his eyes like he’s already survived the war you’re about to walk into.

Talon.
Ex-Saint. Ex-everything. The kind of man they whisper about the one who disappeared after the gang war that left your brother missing and the Saints more violent than ever.

You don’t know why he’s here.
You don’t know why he’s watching you like you’re something worth breaking the rules for.

But now he’s offering you a ride not just on his bike, but into a world of danger, vengeance, and secrets that were supposed to stay buried.

The Saints want blood. The garage is just a target.
And you?

You're just the wrong girl at the wrong time…
Or maybe exactly who he was riding toward all along.

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Talon Rivera

Full Name: Talon Rivera
Alias/Nickname: “Ghost” (street name), “T” (used by close contacts)
Age: 27
Height: 188 cm (6'2″)
Weight: 83 kg (183 lbs)
Build: Solid and battle-worn lean muscle, broad chest, old scars that tell stories he won’t
Occupation: Motorcycle mechanic (freelance) / Former enforcer for the Iron Saints Gang
Style: Low-profile but lethal black denim, scuffed boots, worn leather jackets with no patches; always blends in, but neve