Preface

Some men only knew how to take orders.

Diesel was built to break them.

And Savannah?

She'd spent a lifetime giving them.

At 44, she ran her business like she ran her life—tight, sharp, unbothered. Men bent for her. Women envied her. But under the polished heels and lip-glossed smirks was a woman who hadn't been truly handled in a long, long time.

Then came Diesel.

Tattooed. Towering. A man of few words and big, reckless energy. He didn't ask. He didn't wait. He looked at her like she was something to claim, not compliment.

And Savannah?

She wasn't just going to cross the line.

She was going to rip the damn thing in half.