Katana

Trust is earned in blood. Love is forged in war.

Katana

Violence is second nature to me. Control is how I survive.

As Tail Gunner for the Royal Harlots MC, I protect what we've built fiercely, relentlessly, without compromise. Our gym was supposed to be a sanctuary for fighters, a place to train, rebuild, and breathe.

I don't flinch, I don't fold, and I damn sure don't trust men like Dante Cross, An underground fight king with too many secrets and a smile that kills like a loaded gun.

But fighters are vanishing, and gangs are circling like vultures. He's the only one holding the truth.

I didn't come to play nice. I came to cut the rot out, and if Dante wants to stand beside me, he better be ready to bleed.

Dante

I've made peace with the monsters in my past until she walks in, all scars and fire, demanding answers I'm not ready to give.

Katana isn't just a threat to my business, she's a threat to my control.

But someone's targeting my fighters. Someone ruthless enough to destroy everything I've built.

The only way out is through, and the only person I trust to have my back might just be the one to bury a blade in it.

In this world, trust is a weapon, and the only way to survive is to fight dirty, fall hard, and never look away.