Needles What do you do when you loathe someones mere existence? Well, in most cases I handle 'em. Only problem is this isn't someone I can slam my fist into. Why, you might ask . . . 'cause she's a woman. Her name embodies beauty, tranquility and peace but let me tell you, no way in hell does this bitch do anything but stir up trouble. Flora has been with the club for a few months now and I curse the day Mammoth brought her back from Puerto Rico. She's constantly hating on me, riling me up in every way possible at any opportune moment. When she disrespects me in front of the club I lose it. There's no way I can keep caging the animal within me. It's the last straw and she knows it. I'll show her she needs to be a good girl, one way or another.

Ravage I've never been the type of man who begs. While I can say for certain I've been the type to grovel . . . I wouldn't get on my knees for any woman—except her. The one who made me forget about all the darkness in the world. The same one who said no when I asked her the most important question of my life. She's the one who got away, and now she's the one in danger. I shouldn't give a damn about Marisole . . . but I can't stop myself from running to her rescue. She got mixed up with the wrong people and they happen to be our number one threat. The Beasts of Brutality MC. Even now, I've never stopped loving her, and I never will. I might not be sure of lots of things in this life, but I'm damn certain I'll be the one pulling her from their evil clutches.