Brotherhood and beer meets single mom and apple pie. I am a riding contradiction. A scholar, a cynic, a brother, and a biker. My name is Trunk. I'm smart enough to recognize the chip on my shoulder, and cautious enough to keep it right where it is. I am a misguided romantic. A mom, a daughter, an agent, and a survivor My name is Jaimie. I'm strong enough to look after my family alone, and too stubborn to accept I don't have to. We make an odd couple—our differences obvious—but when hatred and danger threatens to destroy everything of value in our lives, we only get stronger. Together.

Road rash and Jack meets handcuffs and street smarts. I am a wandering disaster. A hedonist, a lover, a son, and a rebel. My name is Yuma. I’m sober enough to see the need for redemption, but too blind to realize I already found it. I am an independent seeker. An overachiever, a friend, a misfit, and a cop. My name is Lissie. I’m determined enough to find acceptance, but too stubborn to see all I need is my own. We shouldn’t get involved—all the odds are against us—but when bodies turn up on common ground and lines between duty and purpose get blurred, our future becomes clear.

Solitude and motor oil meets soul food and wariness I’m a grease-stained enigma. A watcher, a protector, an ex-con, and a mechanic. My name is Brick. I’m old enough to know good things come to those who wait, and hungry enough to go after what I want. I am a proud independent. A nurturer, a cook, a casualty, and a grandparent. My name is Lisa. I’m cautious enough to keep my distance, and too wise to let a chance at love pass me by. We seem unmatched—in race, in history, in lifestyle—but when tragedy leaves a baby in our care and a target on our backs, we discover the strength of family. Unified.

Ink and sawdust meets brisket and moxie. I’m a tattooed casualty. A charmer, a fraud, a skeptic, and a carpenter. My name is Tse. I’m cocky enough to believe my own lies, but too oblivious to see the truth is already out there. I’m a cautious perfectionist. A sister, a scrapper, a dreamer, and a workhorse. My name is Sophia. I’m capable enough to plan ahead, yet too powerless to avoid getting blindsided. We’re complete opposites—one who plays it safe, the other a thrill-seeker—but when old sins resurface bringing violence to the present, our path forward becomes clear.

Horsepower and green thumbs meets justice and flip-flops. I’m a late bloomer. A geek, an introvert, an enigma, and a watchdog. My name is Paco. I’m determined enough to bide my time, yet too clever to pass up on opportunity. I’m a steadfast rebel. An outcast, a defender, a hothead, and an eccentric. My name is Mel. I’m resolute enough to carve my own way, but not too blind to see a better path. We are established loners—each limited by the boundaries we set—but when a young boy’s life hangs in the balance, we discover we have more in common than we thought.

Gunpowder and loyalty meets cocktails and ink. I am a laid-back wise guy. A veteran, a friend, a marksman, and a loner. My name is Honon. I may be hesitant to pull the trigger, but am not afraid to fire with the right target in my sights. I am a focused free spirit. A black sheep, a go-getter, a scrapper, and an artist. My name is Emme. I’m single-minded enough to reach my goals, but still moderately flexible when life throws a curveball. We make a reluctant couple—our hesitation evident—but when innocent lives are endangered, and hard-fought trust is challenged, we discover who we can count on. Each other.