Rachel might be beautiful, but she’s untouchable – mostly because she hates my guts.
God help me, but Rachel is completely unbearable. The suburban princess clearly looks down on me and mine, including her own brother, and always has. She was never able to accept Terry for who he was – never wanted to step foot in our world.
And if I have anything to say about it, she never will. There’s no place here for a nine-to-fiver who wears little flowered dresses in our bars – no matter how sexy she looks in them. Especially if she doesn’t look twice at me.
She has no understanding of loyalty, of brotherhood, of all the things that make us Wolves a family. Because she’s so narrow-minded, she will never find out the truth of her brother’s death.
But I will.
That is, if I can keep the gorgeous, stuck up woman off my back.
I’m a biker and an outlaw who’s been around the block a few times. So, I guess you could say I got a lot of skeletons in my closet…
And, now, I got a dead body there too, and a ghost from my past investigating it. Detective J.T. Knowles and I used to be an “item” back in the day, but we haven’t seen each other in over a decade.
But, now that a dead junkie turned up on her watch, and I’ve been linked to the crime, she’s back in my life, and, if I play my cards right, I might be back in the game… Now, ain’t that a happy coincidence?
My plate is pretty full. I’m a biker and a musician. I’ve got a 9 to 5 job, lots of friends and associates, and a busy “home life.”
The last thing I need is any more complications—or any unnecessary attention. But, unfortunately, that’s just what I got…
Up until now, I’ve managed to keep my identity and personal life a secret, but some snarky reporter recently caught wind of my music and started writing about it. And, now, I’ve got fans and groupies coming at me from all angles, including one who just might get more than she’s after…
Of all the bars in L.A., he had to walk into mine…
No joke. I stopped in for in a drink on my way home from an appointment, and, lo and behold, a tall, dark, handsome stranger walked in—looking for me. And, the reason he was looking for me was the shock of a lifetime—and, so was everything else that happened from the moment I met him.
Nico Simms might be a “professional,” and he might think he knows my story, but he’s got another thing coming to him if he thinks he’s gonna be the one behind the wheel on this ride.
Most men consider themselves blessed if they find one “great love” over the course of their lifetime. I, however, am not most men, and, I didn’t find one great love, but two—and, even though that may sound good, trust me, it’s not.
In the long run, falling for two women was more a curse than a blessing, and I should know about curses and blessings, given my experience and profession as a reverend.
But, I’m not just a reverend. I’m also a gang boss