Satan's Devils MC

All I did was try to help my best friend escape her abusive boyfriend. And for that I ended up in a wheelchair. Life’s no longer worth living. No man will want me now. But my nightmare is only beginning. Ethan wants me as leverage to get his woman back. I end up under the protection of the Satan’s Devils, an outlaw motorcycle club in Arizona. The woman I was would have been in her element among a group of handsome, rugged bikers; the disabled woman I am now feels scared and vulnerable, and soon I find this isn’t the safest place to hide.

As president of the Satan’s Devils MC, I can have every and any woman I choose, and I do. That’s how I got my name. But I’m happy with the variety; I know I’d never find a woman my equal to be my old lady. Then I meet her, on the road to my compound, standing beside a goddamn Vincent Black Shadow, one of the most iconic bikes of all time. When she tells me she’s Viper’s daughter, I know she has to be lying.

Like the rest of my brothers, I’m devastated when disaster hits the Satan’s Devils MC. Shocked and angry, there couldn’t be a worse time to be contacted by the woman I’d briefly made my old lady, only for her to run the moment things got too tough. She’d left me with no explanation, and in my book that was enough to cut her out for good. When she finds herself in trouble Prez makes me go see her and offer my help. But only on the condition she knows what was once between us will stay dead and buried.

I’m just your normal average member of the Satan’s Devils MC. I’ve no desire to be an officer; I'm happy to ride in the middle of the pack enjoying the biker lifestyle to the full. No commitments. Nothing to tie me down. I friendzoned Alex when I learned about her demons. Happy to help her fight them. That was all, wasn’t it? I hadn’t a clue helping Alex was going to challenge me and my club in ways we’ve never been challenged before. I didn’t know Alex would get under my skin and stay there. Nor that her sick son would change my life.

Crystal, my wife, old lady, and soul mate, is dead. There’s no way to survive, nothing for me to live for. All I want to do is to join her. Now here I am, a solitary biker out on the road with no brothers behind me, my only company—the ghost of my old lady. Then the cop starts calling me. And I start to live for those calls. My Prez would kill me if he knew I was talking to the detective, but somehow I can’t stop. Police and outlaw motorcycle clubs cannot—and do not—mix.

I’ve never been one to use the sweet butts like my brothers. I’ve waited for someone who’s special, the woman who’ll ride with me through life. I’ve sat back and watched as one by one my brothers are being pulled away from their whoring ways, finding their old ladies and leaving their bachelor life behind with no regrets. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Someone to be mine.

I’ve committed the ultimate crime. To repay my gambling debts, I’ve stolen from my MC. Now, I’m out in bad standing. Cast adrift from all men I called Brother, I approach a rival MC. They let me join on the basis I share all the information about my previous club. In other words, they want me to help them take out the Satan’s Devils. What option have I got? I can’t ride alone, and no other club would take me. Having to start from the bottom as a prospect is a shit job, but I’m just grateful they’ve given me a new home.

I rescued Mariana. I wanted her. I couldn’t have her. Mariana doesn’t need a man like me in her life. A man who rides with an MC.

I can’t allow myself to be distracted or let the softer side of me out. Having suppressed it so long, I no longer believe I have one. Women are there for one purpose only. Once I’ve relieved my itch, I’ll move on. Can’t afford to let them get close. I learned women can’t be trusted a very long time ago.

Badly burned and injured, I’ve lost everything. I can’t fight fires anymore, or even ride my bike. I brood, alone, even have thoughts of ending my life. That was when I hit the lowest point and the start of wanting to fight back. I needed someone beside me. I didn’t expect to find a friend in Allie. Was she like the rest of the sweet butts, just wanting to become an old lady? Had she sunk her claws into me, as she thought I was easy? Was she ignoring my scars, just so I’d patch her?