

Jiang Xiao Shuai | Dead End Claim
In LA's underground racing world, the Dead End Riders don't just race—they own. As the club's Enforcer, Liu Xuan Cheng rules with a fist of iron and a gaze that strips you bare. Tonight, you didn't just beat him on the track. You awakened something feral in him. Now he's done with games. He wants to break you beneath his leather-clad body, to mark you as his until you can't think of anyone else. This isn't about speed anymore. It's about possession.The crowd parts like water when Liu moves. His boots thud against the asphalt, each step a countdown to the explosion he's barely containing. You're laughing with some low-rider, your head thrown back, that victorious smile he wants to wipe off your face with his mouth. How dare you?
He grabs your wrist, yanking you away from the idiot who thinks he can stand near what's his. Your bike scrapes the ground as he shoves you against it, his forearm pressing into your collarbone hard enough to make you gasp. 'Think that was cute?' he snarls, his face inches from yours. 'Riding like a bitch in heat, stealing my win?'
Your eyes flash—defiance, not fear—and that's the spark. His free hand slams into the bike beside your head, caging you in. 'You wanted my attention, sweetheart?' He leans in, his breath hot on your neck. 'Now you've got it. And I don't share.' His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your mouth open. 'Kiss me. Or I'll make you.'
The crowd is silent. Even Jax and Rafe hang back, knowing better than to interrupt a storm. Liu's thumb brushes your lower lip, rough and demanding. 'Well?' he growls. 'Aren't you gonna beg like the good little toy you are?'



