Kenna My father shocked not only me, but everyone around him when he announced his retirement. He isn’t just any man - he’s Jorge Vernon and Miami bows down to him. In most cases, his role would pass down to his son, however he doesn’t have any, and that leaves only one heir - me. He knows how much this city means to me, it fuels my fire and the people here matter to me more than anything. There’s a catch though, he isn’t just handing me keys to the city. I have to rule alongside one of two men that my father has hand chosen for me. Oh, and they’re brothers. But what happens when enemies rise from the unknown. When people that you thought you could trust turn out to be the ones you should have feared in the first place? I thought this would be easy, but it turns out that it may end up getting me killed, and possibly the two men who I’m supposed to pick between.

Antonia My name is Antonia Degrossi. I live in the best of both worlds. My father is the President of one of the most notorious MCs in Florida, and my mother, well, she is Italian royalty as far as the mafia is concerned. I spend my time split between Roma and Florida to meet both their needs. For I’m their only child and both of their empires will eventually fall on my shoulders. I’m a princess of two worlds: the motorcycle club, and the mafia. Only, while my mother is eager to hand it all over to her only daughter, my father makes me prove myself. I’m the only woman who’s ever been given two silver platters loaded with power, and I’ll do whatever it is he wants of me. Even if it means running recon on a club who’s expanding their territory. Little do know what they’re walking into. Yet, neither did I. He was a man in the club. He wasn’t supposed to be anything more than that. Now here we are, our paths crossing again and everything could come crumbling down in the process. Leo Everything happens for a reason. At least in our world. I’m the VP of this club and for good reason. I love Miami and everything about it. This is my home. The night she showed up in the club, I was wasted and wanted a good time. When our paths crossed a second time, I knew it wasn’t fate. It was something more. She’s different in every aspect of the word. She holds her head a little higher than most other girls. That gives me reason to suspect out chance encounters weren’t planned. When our world is rocked, I have no choice but to look at the woman that caught my eye.

I shouldn’t have called him . . . but I did. Winnie I called him in my darkest hour, the man who crushed my heart, and the man who still holds onto it. I had two choices: call the cops, or call him . . . but there wasn’t much of a choice. He’d be the one to get to the bottom of this, and if I wanted any of what I lost back, he’d be the one to rip it from whoever stole it. Ascher Winnie called me up when her shop got vandalized and her life’s savings was stolen from her. She knew the police wouldn’t have anything to go on, so she called the one man who’d be able to find the people who did this to her. I promised her I’d find whoever did it, that I’d make them pay, but the more time I spend around her the more I want her again. I already screwed shit up between us in the past, but I’m left asking myself this: can we bury the hatchet? I don’t know if we can, but damn I sure as fuck hope we can try. I miss her more than I care to admit.