Welcome to the Sons of Satan MC where the sun always shines and blood splatters frequently, especially by my hands. My entire life I’ve been on the outside. Unwanted. Unloved. Different. Other. My mother always used to tell me that I was swapped at birth with a demon. I grew up believing this to be true. Why else would a boy's own mother treat them the way she treated me? Why else would I grow up feeling the way I felt? No, she had to be right. There is no other explanation. So, I decided to embrace the demon inside of me. It took a long time until I was able to find a place where I fit in. People who would accept me for me, demon and all. Who knew that Orange County, California held all the answers for me? A home. A family. Brothers. People who would die to protect me. People who don’t look at me like I’m unworthy. People who embrace all parts of me. I finally found everything I had always wanted. They taught me how to harness the crazy. How to accept not only my urges but also myself. It worked. I’m happy now and I’ve never once looked back. The Sons of Satan are my life, my brothers, my everything and I will never leave them. I don’t need anything else but them, my job, and my dungeon. Or so I thought. Until she walked into my life. Trixie. Big, crazy red hair and an even crazier mouth. Trixie is everything I never knew I needed. She’s a stripper. A dancer. A vision. And she’s every bit as crazy as I am. My name is Leon Ortiz but everyone calls me Brass. I’m the Sergeant at Arms for the Sons of Satan MC. And I am a psychopath. This book has content unsuitable for those under 18 and has material that some readers may find uncomfortable.