Chapter 1

Before the semester started, my stepmom, Brenda, broke my leg to steal my college spot for her son, Kyle.

She dragged me to a garage in the suburbs with an "Authorized Personnel Only" sign.

"Skylar, the guys here love little girls like you. Just rot here."

With that, she drove off, leaving me behind.

A few greasy men, their arms covered in tattoos, circled me, their gazes menacing.

I closed my eyes in despair.

But Jax, the scarred man leading them, kicked away one of his subordinates who was getting too close.

"What are you looking at? Never seen a broken leg before?"

He squatted down, pinching my shattered bone with his rough fingers, his brow furrowed.

"Damn, that's brutal. Someone really didn't hold back. Reminds me of the good old days."

This garage wasn't just a garage; it was a sanctuary for tough guys, most of whom had seen the inside of a cell more than once.

They silently carried me inside. Pops, who used to be a black-market doctor, set my bone.

Jax handed me a wrench.

"Want revenge?"

"First, learn how to fix cars. Later, it'll make breaking people easier."