Carbon: My mother, father, brother, and sister were murdered. And I found them.
My only living relatives were my grandmother and one little sister, Reese. Then, my grandmother died, leaving me as the only one responsible for my little sister.
My dad was a member of the Blackwings MC. I had always planned on becoming a brother. I just thought my dad would be there when I patched in. But he wasn't, and I was slowly drowning in anger and rage.
My club was behind me and did everything they could to help me. But nothing was working.
Until the night I met her.
Contains mature themes.
Shaker: I didn't do relationships. Because I had been burned.
I didn't do repeats. Because I was burned, again.
I slipped and allowed a repeat. And I was burned for a third time.
Then I found her. Beaten and bruised. I knew only I could protect her. And I wanted to. As a friend.
I wouldn't fall in love with her. I couldn't fall in love with her.
But I did. And it almost killed her.
Contains mature themes.
Phoenix: I met the love of my life when I was seventeen years old. She was my best friend, my love, my soulmate. Even at such a young age, we had a solid plan for our future. I would join the Marines after graduation. We would get married after my first deployment. When my time with Marines was up, we would start a family.
But that's not what happened. I came home to find out she disappeared a few weeks after I left. Pop and Gram had everyone searching for her. Pop even hired some of the best private investigators in the business, but it was as if she vanished into thin air. I never gave up the search. I was bound and determined to find her, though I never had much to go on.
Then, one day, out of the blue, Ember walked into my clubhouse and set off a chain of events that ultimately revealed almost forty years of secrets. With my club by my side, we began sorting through the mess left behind by one man's obsessive jealousy. After a year of combing through a maze of underground tunnels and hidden rooms and sorting through boxes and boxes of files, I finally found the name I had been searching for.
Annabelle Burnett. Hang on, doll face, I'm on my way.
Contains mature themes.
Ember
They were going to sell me. I couldn't let that happen. I had to escape.
My only friend agreed to help me. She helped me get away. She changed my appearance. She sent me to see the President of the Blackwings Motorcycle Club. I needed a new identity, so I could start a new life. I walked up to the gate. I was taken inside. And everything changed.
Dash
She appeared out of nowhere. Standing at our fence. Asking to see the President. Scared, but determined. And beautiful.
I wanted her from the moment I saw her. When she told us her story, I vowed to protect her. And then, she was going to be mine.
Contains mature themes.
Reese: My life hasn't been easy. At age eleven, my parents and two younger siblings were murdered and I went to live with my grandmother. At age eighteen, I broke up with my boyfriend of almost one year because he wasn't who I thought he was. He further proved that when he put his hands on me. Two weeks later, my grandmother died. I moved to a new town with my last living relative, my older brother, Carbon, to finish my senior year of high school at Croftridge High.
Then, I met Duke Jackson. One decision changed my life forever.
Duke: My life was in a good place. My sister was happy and healthy and I had my club. I couldn't ask for more, or so I thought.
The night I ran into Reese Walker, I realized I could ask for more. I wanted more, and it was her.
I almost had her, but I messed up and she walked away. I was angry and hurt, so I let her go, until the night she came crashing back into my life. Secrets were exposed and ghosts from the pasts resurfaced, but I refused to let her walk away from me a second time without a fight.
Contains mature themes.
