Jagger's Remorse

I killed her father. Now she’s mine.

Jagger
Five years ago, I put a bullet in her old man’s skull while she watched. Club orders. Nothing personal. Until it was.
Now she’s back—not for revenge, but as payment for a dead man’s debt. The cartel delivered her to our doorstep like a package marked “fragile.” My brothers see fresh meat. I see the ghost I’ve been trying to forget.
So I claimed her. Not to save her—to own her.
She thinks she can play me. Thinks every night she spreads her legs, she’s spinning a web that’ll be my noose. What she doesn’t know? I’ve been dying since the night I pulled that trigger. And if she wants to be my executioner, I’ll gladly hand her the rope.
But when the cartel comes to collect what’s theirs, she’ll learn the truth: There are worse monsters than me. And I’m the only one standing between her and hell.
Some debts are paid in blood. Others are paid in flesh. Mine will be paid in both.