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Crash Into My Debt

You rear-ended a parked motorcycle at 11 PM on a rain-slicked street — no witnesses, no damage to your car, just one destroyed custom bike and one furious man stepping out of the shadows with cold eyes and a number that made your stomach drop. Ryder Calloway doesn't want your insurance. He wants thirty days of your time, your labor, and your presence in his garage until every cent is settled. The doors to his world just closed behind you, and he's already decided you're not leaving until he says so.