There’s a phrase: Still waters run deep. But there’s more to it than that. Because "still" doesn’t denote peace. Nor calm. Nor happiness. It’s an illusion. It's chaos. The only way to handle chaos is to become it. That’s what Lucy did. She created stillness out of the chaos tumbling inside her and called the most chaotic motorcycle club in the United States her family. The Sons of Templar gave her chaos, friendship, family, danger and death. But she wouldn't want it any other way. Then he came. The one who showed her that her handle on chaos was tumultuous at best. Showed her how to stand still. And how good it could be. And how drowning in those waters comes as easy as breathing.

My name’s Rosie and I come from a dynasty of sorts… the Sons of Templar, maybe you’ve heard of them. I just happen to be the daughter of one of the founding members and am the sister of the current president. The fact I’m a woman means I don’t wear the patch, but it’ll never change the fact that I'm a Templar by blood. We're known as royalty in the outlaw world. Though, the dynasty is dancing on the right side of the law these days. That doesn’t mean that the law and those who enforce it are friends. It will remain the one constant in my tumultuous life. The one rule in our law-free existence. Befriending the law and those that enforce it is a betrayal. Which means me being one half of a doomed love is that much more comical when he’s a cop. Or was. Before I went and ruined it all. Before he shattered that shield he wore to protect society in order to protect me. He saved me and I damned him. I damned myself too, but to be honest, I was damned long before that.

Everyone expects the fairy tale from me. Because on the outside, I look like I live in a fantasy. I'm a hopeless romantic. I fall in and out of love. I change careers, zip codes and hair colors on a whim. I'm a free spirit without a care in the world. I'm the one that loves everyone and hates no one. But I've got a secret... I'm not a free spirit. Not really. I'm not free at all. My life is only designed to look chaotically peaceful. I'm only designed to look like that. Peace is lost to me. Because I'm trying to escape something. Trying to escape him. My life isn't a fairy tale. It's time the world saw that.

My story isn’t unique. Isn’t rare. Which is, I guess, what makes it so sad. The story about a girl who falls in love with the wrong man, lured by tender gazes, devoted promises and gentle touches. The gentle touches disappear and she’s held captive with ugly insults and brutal beatings. It’s common, this story. My past. I can’t change the past. I wouldn’t even if I could. The ugliness of my past gave me a future worth living for. Worth dying for. It gave me a reason to fight. To escape. That was my mistake. Thinking girls like me could have a choice. I wasn’t given many promises in my life that weren’t broken, but chaos is a constant promise, always kept, never broken. He comes amongst the chaos. Amongst the ugly. He doesn’t promise a way out. He definitely doesn’t promise peace. But he gives me the opportunity for a different ending to my story.

I was a movie star. I'd let the world convince me I was nothing more than that. Until him... Duke is employed to protect me. To make me disappear before I testify. Nothing more. There aren't many places in the world that someone like me can disappear to. Not when billions of people know my name. I'd worked hard to make it that way. To hide underneath layers of fame, beauty and wealth. A ranch in Montana offers escape. Safety. But those Montana skies don't let me hide. Not from myself. Not from the truth. I'm no longer a movie star. I'm a witness. I'm a job. I'm a woman slowly falling in love with a man that despises me. He's tasked to protect my life, instead he ruins my soul.