Satan's Worshippers MC

Being the mother charter prez, I've got to lead by example. Treat your old lady with respect. Keep a level head. Never make rash decisions. But Aaliyah tips my entire world upside down. My blood runs hot every time she steps into the room. It's a struggle to keep my hands to myself around her. It's easier when I know she's got a man she lives with. But when he screws up, that major boundary is now off the table, and I'm about to wreck my entire world and destroy the example I'm trying to make because Aaliyah...I need a taste.

I've been obsessed with her since the moment she opened up her little bookstore/coffee shop in town. And despite her obvious hatred of me, it hasn't stopped me from pursuing her. The club runs the security at her store, and not going to lie--I stalk her. I follow her every move every second that I can. Which is how I see the two shadowed figures right before they break into her store. Will I be too late to save her? Or am I going to be left picking up her pieces?

I’m tainted by darkness. There’s no color in my life—it’s all just shades of black and gray. But the moment I lay my eyes on Gabriel, I know he’s different. He’s scared of his own shadow. He needs someone to take care of him. And despite the fact that I was the one kneeling in front of him, threatening to end his life, he clung to me and the tiny shred of hope I somehow gave him.

I’m a monster hiding in human skin. Shutting off my emotions should not be this easy. But because it is, I’m the man Johnston calls on when he needs a job taken care of. Which is how I end up bunking at the Texas Charter’s clubhouse for the next foreseeable future. At the same clubhouse where my club brother and his woman live.