Around town, Cadeon Morris is known as trouble. He rides a Harley, owns a tattoo shop, and gives ink to the local biker gang in town. He is who he is, and explains himself to no one. Stella Lore is the daughter of Mickey “Scary” Lore, the leader of the biker gang in Reckless. She is used to having no dates, especially when the members of the MC threaten any guy that shows an interest in her. But at twenty-three she wants to experience life for herself, go wild, and do something that she may regret later. It’s time for Stella to get a little ink of her own, and Cadeon is going to be the man to give it to her. Getting it on with a bad boy sounds like a pretty good way to let loose, but it seems Cadeon is the only one all for it.

Booshie, the vice president of The Vicious Bastards MC, wants Naggie in the filthiest of ways, but she is taken and off-limits. So, he backs off and knows that this is one of the rare times he won’t get what he wants. Naggie Conner is wild, speaks her mind, and is covered in ink. That is her life and she’s happy with who she is. When she catches her boyfriend in bed with the town tramp, she doesn’t hold back her anger. A girls' night out seems like the perfect therapy to put her ex behind her. But a night of drunken abandon ends up with her going home with Booshie. Being with the alpha biker is exactly how she envisioned: untamed, explosive, and addictive. But Booshie doesn’t want just one night with Naggie, and he is not the type of man to be denied.

Mickey “Scars” Lore wasn’t always the hardened, coldhearted man he was today. But the brutality of living life, of love and loss, tended to make a man nothing more than a shell. Vengeance, violence, and not caring about repercussions was who he was now. And he embraced it. As president of the Vicious Bastards MC, Scars had committed a lot of heinous acts in his life, all for the ones he called family. His brothers, the members of the MC, and his daughter, Stella, were all he had now. But with Stella grown and living her own life, Scars found that hollowness in him growing tenfold. It was time for him to leave, to retreat to a cabin in the woods the club owned, to try to find himself again. It would give him a chance to think, to recenter. Or maybe it was a chance for him to get so drunk he couldn’t remember his own name. But then she came along—Hannah. She was innocent and scared, vulnerable and seeking refuge from her past. Scars should have turned her away, but when she looked at him with eyes that were too knowing, too broken, he felt like he had purpose again. He felt like they were one and the same. And the more time he spent with her, the more he… found himself again. Scars knew one thing for certain. After this was all said and done and Hannah was safe, he wouldn’t let her go.
She was put in his life for a purpose, and that was to be his.