The majority of people thought all bikers, especially one-percenters like us, handled things the same. Those people would be irrevocably wrong. Our now rival MC, The Dogs of Chaos, was proof. Their club’s greed outweighed the amount of honor they had for our deal. We were quick to remind them what a colossal mistake they made. I was the Vice President of the Cleveland, Ohio Chapter of the Royal Bastards MC. My cut was sacred, and I wore our colors with pride. I thought of my past daily, but that didn’t mean I still loved her. The remnants of guilt I felt in my gut every day didn’t prove that I should have followed her. They were reminders of my life, a part of the history of how I became who I am: a stubborn SOB with a foul mouth and a heap of felonies. Stealing guns, arson, breaking and entering, these were all petty things to me. My only weakness was admitting my true feelings for her, and I refused to…until I was forced. When Ray abruptly walked into my life again, or rather, I barged into hers, I quickly vowed this time would be different. The thing was, a person couldn’t make promises without considering the rest of their life, particularly someone with as many enemies as I had. I stupidly got caught up in the moment and forgot who I was and what that meant for her. I never meant for any of it to happen; I didn’t want this for her. The Dogs would retaliate for our transgressions; this much I was certain of. Having knowledge didn’t make a difference in the end, because what they took from me could never be replaced. I was Logan “Crow” Williams, and just like a crow, I would hunt them down and reap my revenge in blood.

I never hesitated to take a life in the name of my club, the RBMC. If they were stupid enough to cross us, then they didn’t deserve to live anyway. Other people recoiled at the thought of torturing another human being, not me. When death crawled closer, and I began to smell all those lost souls surrounding me, I found myself the most alive. I was a flawed individual, there was absolutely no questioning that. My insides were made up of too many fragmented pieces that were damaged beyond mending to ever return to normalcy…not that I ever truly knew it anyway. All of this was as natural to me as breathing, so questioning motives and being an enforcer was never something I did. It was not difficult to accept a life of wickedness when it was all I’ve ever known. Insert the problem, the most gorgeous broken beauty I had ever met. Her mind was sinister, maybe even worse than my own. The dynamic between us became a messed-up game of sadism, lust, and animosity. We never knew from one second to the next if the other’s fantasies were ones driven by adoration or disgust. To love or hate someone was intimate and elegant. Each took careful consideration for a person to feel, but the lines were often blurred with us. It wasn’t clear if either of us would survive the other, but that didn’t stop us. She was my addiction, and I was her obsession. Both of us were dangerous and unpredictable apart, but when our lives were interlaced so tightly, the result could be lethal. This book is intended to be a prequel to the first in the series, Bad Like Me. However, each book is written so it may be read as a standalone and in any order.

Each book in this series is written so it may be read as a standalone, but we recommend reading this book after Ghoul. The secret I uncovered was one that was far too heavy for any one person to bear. I wasted years hating the man responsible for my dad’s death over false pretenses, only to fall for him in the months after our lives reconnected. When the world was insufferable, and I wanted nothing more than to die, he was my reason to live. Our love had blossomed as if it was the most beautiful of white roses. My thirst for revenge would stain every last one of its breathtaking petals red with blood before they reached their maturity. We’d moved so far in our relationship, and I felt the shift but wouldn’t admit it. Perhaps, somewhere in the depths of my mind, I was afraid that if I acknowledged it, something would come along to ruin what we had, but the ruins came regardless. It didn’t matter if he was an outlaw biker or not. I would protect what was mine at all costs, even if it meant losing my life.