Love and hate aren’t all that different. Two sides of the same coin, the yin and the yang. Once upon a time, Jason Ross loved me. And now that he knows what I’ve done, I see the love and the hate warring within him. I see the way he looks at me. The way he wonders how I could do the things I’ve done. I hear it in the way he begs me to stop, to leave this life and run away with him. But there’s only one way I’m leaving LA. And that’ll be when Dornan and the rest of his sons are dead and buried. Jase might forgive me for what I’ve done. But will he forgive me for the crimes I’m yet to commit?

My father was most certainly NOT an innocent man. As the leader of the Gypsy Brothers MC, he was guilty of many things. But he died for a crime that he didn’t commit, framed by an enemy within who then stole his club and everything he had ever worked to protect. Including my innocence. When Dornan Ross framed my father, he set into motion a series of events that could never be undone. My father was murdered by Dornan Ross and his sons when I was fifteen years old. Before my father died, Dornan Ross and his seven sons stole my innocence, branded my skin and in doing so, ensured that their lives would be prematurely cut short. That they would suffer. I’ve just turned twenty-one, and I’m out for blood. I'm out for revenge. But I didn't expect to fall for Jase, the youngest brother in the club. I didn't expect that he would turn my world upside down, yank my heart out of my chest and ride away into the sunset with it. Now, I'm faced with an impossible choice - Jase, or avenging my fathers death?

I have lied. I have cheated. I have given my body and my life to the man who destroyed my family and left me for dead. I have killed, I have sinned, and worst of all, I have enjoyed the misery of others. I have licked the salty tears of a father mourning his firstborn son, and nothing has ever tasted so sweet. I have died, and I have been resurrected, a phoenix from the ashes. I know I’m going to hell. I’ll burn in the fiery pits alongside Dornan and his sons for the things I’ve done, and for the things I’m about to do. But I don’t care. It will be worth every lick of the devils flames on my guilty flesh to destroy Dornan Ross. One down, six to go