His was broken to the core... She was strong enough for the both of them... Ryder I am the treasurer of the Wings of Diablo MC Club and one of the founding members. This club and my brothers have been my whole life and I couldn't have asked for a better one. All I have ever cared about is getting the clubs money, protecting my brothers and riding. Now this accident has taken everything from me. They told me that I'll never be able to ride again, my position as treasurer has been given to some new blood and I am left as a burden for my family to take care of. It shouldn't surprise me that Cherry volunteered to care for me but I don't want her, I don't want anyone. I'd rather die then be without my club. Cherry Last year I was the head club bunny at the Wings of Diablo Motorcycle Club, I knew my place and I loved it. This year, I have a newborn baby, a few booming strip clubs and have some how become the mother hen for all the new club bunnies. When Wire asked me to look out for the newly crippled Ryder while they took care of club business of course I agreed. Ryder was a jerk to most anyone but usually I was able to handle him. Usually. This Ryder was pitiful, he was angry, he was spiteful, he was nothing like the man I fell in love with. I was on a mission to bring him back.

I’m the enemy. The last face many see before their death or the first face they see on their way to hell. I may not have always agreed with the things Ruby did but there was no way I’d ever go against her. Growing up in the war zone that was our home meant the bond that my sister and I shared was unbreakable. It’s my job to protect her, a job I already failed once. As the years go on, Ruby becomes more vicious and I become more numb. That’s until I realize I’ve become the same monster I despised as a child and my sister is so far gone I’ll never get her back. How do I make up for years of wrongdoing? How do I make amends with the same people I once tortured and abused? How do I wash the tainted blood from my soul? I see a chance to make some genuine changes to the mess I’ve made with Ink and his motorcycle club. Getting him and his patch brothers to believe I really want to change is where my problem lies. I have no choice, I have to get them to believe me. My path to redemption is paved w

Mack I’m the silent member of the Wings of Diablo MC club. I’m the one watching you from the corner, the one who won’t hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes. The last club I was part of was a shitshow from start to finish, so when the WOD boys offered me a place in their crew, I snatched it with both hands. I thought this crew would be different, I thought they would be better. Being the one no one expects to talk works to my advantage. I see everything and I can see the fucked up path my brothers are on, the foul alliances we have made, and even the snakes hiding in our own ranks, but they don’t. Now we have a refugee that refuses to play nice with anyone, Siren. She’s part of the mess that Ink was in, but she sees what I see. The storm on the horizon and a family about to be torn apart. Siren I feel like I’ve gone from one nightmare to another. After years as the Giles’ captive I’m free, yet I feel like I’m suffocating. I’ve been nothing but a killer and warm hole for so long I don’t know how to be free anymore. When I hopped in the trunk of the car, I saw it as a way out. I didn’t think about what I would do when I got here. I’m staying with the men at the Wings of Diablo MC and though I want to believe they mean well, I’d stick an icepick in my own eye before I trust them. Mack is who they’ve assigned to acclimate me to my newfound freedom, but he has more pressing matters to attend to, like trying to convince his club that they have all become part of the problem instead of the solution they once were. An enemy of thier so-called allies devastates the tight knit club, but I’m used to this. In fact, chaos and devastation feel just like home. Read less