Wire- I am the pain manager at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. What’s that mean? It means that if my brothers need information they call on me to get it out of you. You should see the art I can create with a blow torch or a serrated blade or my favorite, barbed wire. I have been known to have a cold fearless heart. To stand in the middle of a gun fight without a care in the world, tear flesh from bodies and not even blink when my mark would scream and cry. Nothing reached me, I was numb to the world. Chaos was my meditation. That was until I met Keeley. Now one small piece of false information, one wrong victim and one war later she is completely under my skin. Keeley- He just showed up in my backyard pointing a gun in my face and bleeding profusely. If I would have known at that precise moment my world would turn on its head I would have never let him in. I left my home to get away from the violence and the wars yet here I am back in a world I don’t want to be in. I would run but no one excites me like Dillon does, no one protects me like Dillon does, and no one makes me scream in pleasure like him either. As hard as his life is and even with my own life in danger there is no where I would rather be than in his arms, I am his.

Archer- I am the master marksman at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. Any target my brothers need me to take down, I will. I am a magician with a fire arm no matter the class, from the small and simple Glock 36 to the powerful .44 Magnum, the big bad shotgun to the sleek and sexy M2010. I have been known to be stoic and calculated. To lay above the rest and smile as each bullet sailed through my target. Once you were in my sights, you go down for the long nap. I used to believe that my fate was sealed by the bullet and my gun, come to find out my life would be turned on its head by Daria. A woman in the wrong place at the wrong time. A woman who is seared into my soul. Daria- My whole life I stayed to myself, never wanted to get anyone upset or be a burden to those around me. So when my roommates strong arm me into going to a party at the Rolling Cobras MC Club house I try to stay as far away from the action as possible. Not that it did me any good, my favorite shirt was ruined, I got hit on by a man missing his two front teeth, oh and I got shot in the chest. Talk about a party. There was one good thing that came from that horrible experience, the hospital set up a trauma counselor, Archer. There is something about his haunted eyes that makes me believe that I can trust again. No one makes my pulse race like he does, makes my body surrender like he does. Even with secrets all around him I have no choice but to submit to him.

Clean- I am the Information Officer at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. It wasn’t a job that I necessarily wanted. In fact, if it were up to me, I would party all day, and hook up with the club bunnies all night. Unfortunately with Alejandro Vilanueva, one of the leaders of the Bolivian Drug Cartel, issuing threats, good information was vital to my club. My club was on the verge of war, a war everyone was sure we wouldn’t win. It didn’t matter to me, I would remain loyal until my very last breath. So when my brothers say they need information, I go get that information. It was on one of these information runs that I ran into a woman, a badass woman with red and black hair, the body of an Amazon, and a dagger for a tongue. It was Maven who would make me question my loyalty to my brothers and my club. Maven- I have been around bikers and gangsters my whole life but once I had my twins, I vowed to never get mixed up with one again. Then some inconsiderate turd shows up next door and throws all my self-made promises in the trash. Barry is selfish, he’s immature, in fact his whole life is a mess, but I have never seen someone who was so loyal. Too loyal. Even with all my connections in the MC world, they will never win against a monster like Vilanueva. I just hope I can convince Barry to talk them out of going to war before the Wings of Diablo MC club is no more.

He thought he had lost his world... She was there to pick up the pieces... Alex- I was the president of a small motorcycle club, Wings of Diablo. My word was law and I had a crew that would put their very lives on the line if I asked. I did, and I was wrong. I was blinded by my own pride. I couldn't see that I was in over my head and that hubris was enough to cost me everything. My club. My brother. My Laura...gone. Mikki- I killed him. I didn't mean to, he was behind me and I was so scared. I thought he was one of Vilanuevas goons and I was not going back to the hell that I had just escaped from. Never. I almost left him right there in that alley when I realized he was not dead, but something about his voice and the name that he called out softly on his way to death's gate stopped me short. I had to help him. I had to bring this beautiful haunted, soulless man back to life. \\\This story will rip at your heart and have you wanting so much more. If you're looking for the perfect mash up between a flawed alpha bad boy and a strong heroine this is for you! Fans of Nina Levine and Nicole Snow agree this is a must read!\\\

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.

He fought like hell to make it home But with her, his demons can finally rest Ink I am a member of the Wings of Diablo MC Club. Or at least I was. I thought the biker scene was where I wanted to be. That the forged brotherhood of guns, bikes and club bunnies was where I would find my way. That was before. Now, I was a prisoner. Betrayed by those I once called brother, left to die by those I once killed for, forgotten. Now I am on the brink of insanity, I feel the grip I had on the life that was stripped from me slipping away. I have nothing left to fight for, nothing but Angel. I made a promise to her that I would get her home, I intend to keep that promise. Jazmine Peace. I just want peace. My whole life has been crisis after crisis, mayhem followed by more mayhem. When I walked out of my family's life, I knew I was alone with no one to fall back on. Slowly, I built up a life. I bought a small shop near the pier where I could teach my art classes and live peacefully. That was until the tide brought in a new problem. Ink is a dangerous man, a caged animal suddenly set free with nothing on his mind besides revenge and death. He trusts no one and is reckless with his own life but I can see the pain. I still see the fear. So when they come looking for him, I do the only thing I can do. I protect him.

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

He’s blinded by loyalty and blood, but she will force him to see the truth Storm I used to be a member of the Wings of Diablo MC Club. That is, until the day I was forced to give up my patch to save my brother. He tried to kill us, he betrayed us, he’s our enemy... but he’s still my twin brother, and that bond means something to me. I broke my vow to my club but I had no choice. I couldn’t let them kill him. We fled to the other side of the world looking for a way out of the shit storm he brought down on our heads. To me, it was all about escape and redemption, but to him everything was a game. When his latest victim turns out to be a woman, I should walk away. Once again I don't have a choice when she calls to me, her very presence wrapping around me and singing to my blood like a fucking goddess I can't escape from. Saving her might be the only chance I have of reclaiming the parts of my soul that my brother destroyed. Even if it means I have to go home and face the brothers I chose to leave behind. Duo They fucking kidnapped me because of who my father is in the Juric crime family. I’ve been kidnapped before so this isn’t anything new, not really. What I’m not used to is the insane extent his brother will go to get what he wants. I know I shouldn’t trust Storm. I shouldn’t crave his touch or the promise in his eyes as much as I do, but he may be the only one who can get me back to safety. The only one who can save me from his brother. Every mile back to the Wings of Diablo clubhouse I become more attached to this savage brute of a man and more convinced that it’s not just me who needs to be saved.

The road back to who I was, one secret at a time. I’ve lost my way. That much is clear. I’ve spent so long as Wire, ruthless and cold-hearted as an MC president, that I can’t see anything else. Traitors tore my family to shreds and I was the one to let them in. I turned a blind eye to the fucked up shit that was going on inside my club, and I was the only one who could make it right. After I got revenge I knew I would never be able to fix what I destroyed. Not as Wire. Not as the president of the Wings of Diablo. Turning Nomad was my only choice. The empty road, my bike, and an occasional bottle of bourbon as my therapists. The best medicine to keep the crippling guilt and failure at bay. I can’t run from my problems, or club, forever though. This time... when I come home to face my demons, will I be able to handle the MC life or will I fall back into the same trap as before?

Pope- I’m a member of the Wings of Diablo MC and I shouldn’t be. I used to be their enemy but they don’t even realize it. I do the best I can to repent for the life that I lived but some sins you can’t run away from. Some sins haunt you no matter where you hide. Taking my own life seems like the best answer, it seems like the only way to stop the pain. A twist of fate thrusts Holly into my life and now I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she stays safe. Even confess all my past sins. I only hope my brothers and Holly can forgive me, before it’s too late. Holly- Where are the fairies? I don’t remember much besides looking for the fairies and wanting to fuck so badly it hurt. That was when I was dopped up on what Pope tells me is a bootleg version of Blue Bunny. A version that is killing people. Dr. Stokely has been using me as a guinea pig and sex slave for as long as I can remember but after a trip over the side of a bridge I meet the first white knight I’ve ever come across. Pope pulled me out of that river, saved my life and brings me back to sobriety. He’s everything I never had and all I want is to be with him, what I don’t understand is why he keeps pushing me away.

He hides his past from everyone, But he’ll give up everything to keep her safe. Treble The Wings of Diablo MC is my family. The only family I have left. They trust me, they protect me and I know without a shadow of a doubt that they believe in me. I’ve done so much shit in my past that I overachieve now to make up for it. I’ll never do anything to go against them so when my old heist partner, Sabato “Cat” Spruce shows up looking for his half of the score we made away with all those years ago I do what I have to do to make sure that he doesn’t come for my family for payment. I’ll steal the world from under everyone’s feet if it means that I keep my club safe. If it means I’ll keep Riot safe. The life I live and the people I’m with now mean more than anything to me, but what happens when Cat asks me to do unspeakable things. When he asks me to become the person I know my club and my woman will have nothing to do with. I’ll do anything to keep them safe, but will keeping them safe mean I have to lose them? Riot I’ve known Treble since before he was the man every woman wanted to be next to. Since we’ve been together he’s never given me a reason to question his feelings for me. Until I look up and see the man I know everything about has changed basically overnight and no longer wants me. I never thought I could hurt like this. That I could feel so worthless. I never realized how much I needed him until he was gone without an explanation why. I thought we were ready to take the next step in our relationship, but now it seems I’m going to have to take that next step on my own.