Jameson Nothing matters. Nothing but my brothers and my club. Those are the only two things in my life I give a damn about. My ex made sure I’d never trust another woman and Celine is no exception. Problem is... she doesn’t trust me either. After being taken, groomed, and forced to be Thomas’ newest plaything I can understand why. I saw her strength on the edge of a river, hands cuffed, in a ripped dress, as she fought for her life, and she hasn’t stopped fighting since. My president has given the order to protect her until we get the threat under control, but that means I have to let Celine into the darkest parts of me. What I wasn’t expecting was for her to make herself at home, and now I can’t let her go.

I know better. As the sergeant at arms for the Wings of Diablo MC, I’m the one that knows the fucking rules. When a spur-of-the-moment party is thrown at the clubhouse I should have shut that shit down but I let it slide. From the prospect being killed to the rumors that René is still alive and finally the new threat emerging from Drift Demons auto club, we all need a little downtime. When a ghost from my past walks into the clubhouse, gets me a drink, and then asks me to give her the best night of her life. I should’ve said no. I shouldn’t have touched her. I know she’s off-limits. Isley is my little sister’s friend. She’s a good girl and definitely not meant for someone like me. I’m not the southern prince charming she’s looking for, I’m the monster from her nightmares. Or at least I should be. When Bull and his Drift Demons put a hit out on me and my MC brothers, I don’t have time to worry about Ice and her inability to stay away. I’m sorry I ever fucked her. Now she can’t forget me, and it’s her obsession with me that’s going to get her killed.

The scars are my mask and death my playground.They say I need to heal, that I need to move on.The pain must be part of the cure.BonesThey only see the scars.My scars serve as a reminder of the fucked up life I survived. The pain and physical deformities left me in misery, and you know what they say- misery loves company. I’ve spent most of my life alone, no one wanting to get close to the man that scares them.A monster in the dark. That is until I joined the Wings of Diablo MC. They don’t judge me based on my looks. They don’t ask questions about the pain I like to inflict on others. Instead, they made me the enforcer so I can do just that. I’m content with who I am, at ease, being the one that everyone cowers away from with just a glance. I’ve stopped caring about how people see me until I see the fear in Corrine’s eyes.I’m burying my latest kill when I come across her fighting for her life against a few Drift Demons. I don’t know her, but any enemy of the Drift Demons club is a friend of mine. Except, she doesn’t see me as a friend. She only sees the scars. She runs. I chase. Together we find ourselves in an impossible situation where our very survival depends on us working together. Slowly, the looks of fear turn to acceptance, then need.Every beast needs their beauty. And she’s mine.

Shyne Mother nature has a way of fucking up plans. A simple errand goes horribly wrong and suddenly I'm thrust into a strange life and death scenario with a woman who seems to want to kill me. Time ticks by and tension rises, surely I can keep my thoughts and my hands to myself.

My hands have always gotten me into trouble. When I was a young man I decided to make a living off what my hands could do. I became a prize fighter. Now that I'm riding with the Wings of Diablo MC people are always looking for a way to bring us down. I hit a man trying to hurt a child, it's not my fault his jaw was made from glass and he ended up in a coma clinging to life. The cops and the judge didn't see it that way, especially since they're all on Mr. Barnes payroll. I knew there was a possibility I'd end up behind bars I only hope I mean enough to my brothers that they fight to get me out.

Gator Brutality and pain has been the cornerstone of my life with the Wings of Diablo MC. Now we’ve become more about family and home. It’s nice. But it’s not for me. I don’t want an ol’ lady, I want a freak I can do whatever I want to while she gets on her knees and begs for more. I want Egann. She’s young. Maybe too young. Shame isn’t enough to make me stop lusting after her. Stop fucking her. Egann is more than someone I’m lusting after, turns out she’s the daughter of the Purged MC president and she’s got information on the Faceless. When one of our ol’ ladies turns up missing, will I be able to push aside my growing feelings for her or will I be blinded by the fire burning between us. Egann I hate my father. And I’m going to do everything I can to get back at him. When I see one of the Wings of Diablo riders in my club, it seems like fate. I don’t care how wrong it is, I’m going to find a way to get Gator hooked on me. It didn’t matter that the Faceless were after them or that he was trying to stay away from me. I would have my revenge against dear daddy. Gator is just a means to an end. At least that’s what he’s supposed to be. Falling for him wasn’t part of the plan.