Lucky had always led a life of service. He had always put his life on the line for someone else, managing to survive by pure luck and skill. After bringing an end to a multistate drug ring, he was finally able to live the life he had wanted as a Last Rider.
A good man would walk away and not touch the curvy woman who had been tugging on his heartstrings. Lucky wasn't a good man. Therefore the bad-ass biker in him had a choice: once again become the man he had pretended to be and stake his claim or take the devil's highway.