Royal Bastards MC

As the V.P. of a dangerous MC, I knew the moment I was handed my patch, my life would forever change. I no longer belonged to myself, but I belong to the Royal Bastards, MC, Los Angeles. Do or die by the patch. Blood on my hands for my club. Several girls missing puts my club on alert. Danyella, my only family left, has disappeared right along with them.

As President of the Royal Bastards MC, Los Angeles Chapter, I have enemies everywhere. They'll use anything and anyone to exploit me. Regardless, only one person has ever brought me to my knees. Danyella. My Bella. Her emerald green eyes captured my soul the moment we looked at each other. I constantly watch her and the light in her eyes is fading. Her laughter and smiles all but gone. I realize that my enemies have found my kryptonite. She's become their pawn, and there's only one way to get her back. Revenge.

Danyella's going to be the death of me, I swear. Just one look into her mesmerizing blue eyes and I'd give her anything in the world on a silver platter. Well, almost anything. The one thing she's asking me for this time is something I buried in the past and don't want anything to do with ever again. She wasn't here to see the hell Chains put me through that Christmas Eve night. She didn't see the pain inflicted on me because those scars are covered up with tattoos. I'll give her what she wants this Christmas, but I hope she understands that what she wants is going to wreak havoc on my soul.

I've never been the type of guy who wants more than a one night stand. I've always given them what they want and leave 'em. That is until two beautiful women come into the Royal Bastards clubhouse. Daisy is what I've been missing. With her quick wit, charm and love shining in her eyes. She's too young for me. The other wants more than I can give her. Only she has secrets of her own. On top of that, they say blood is thicker than water. But what if your blood is out to destroy all you've worked for?

My past needs to stay in the past before anyone else gets hurt. Nightmares plague my mind. The blood I've spilled haunts me every moment of every day. I want to be a better man. She deserves a better man. Her son deserves a better man to look up to. No matter how many times I've tried to walk away, I can't. I keep running back to the one woman who keeps me sane and grounded, even if it destroys her.