Maverick Life has a funny way of pulling you in when you least expect it. It’s been a few years since I was back at The Perished Riders MC clubhouse, and fuck, it’s damn near the same. I don’t know what I thought would happen in my time away. I left because my dad was stuck in the past, unable to move the club forward into the present day, so it shouldn’t be surprising that the hell hole hasn’t changed since I was a kid. It’s also no surprise that now the miserable bastard is dead, there’s not much left to salvage. So, when I’m voted in as President, I’ve got a shit load of work to do to save the place. What I’m not prepared for is the drama that comes with it. Secrets are threatening to surface, and I’ve got a bad feeling the club’s not the only thing that’ll need saving.