Rattler & Beast

Elle

I am untouchable. Literally. That's what happens when your brother runs one of the most ruthless biker gangs on the east coast. But what do I care? I don't need a date. I just need someone to dole out justice. Someone to take down a monster.

Going to the Sinners is a dangerous game, but I'm out of options. Rattler and Beast say they can handle it... for a price. I'm just praying I can handle them.

Beast

I have an obsession; one I share with Rattler. A mouth-watering, pulse-pounding, curvy obsession. An obsession that just strolled through the front door of The Pour House demanding a violent favor with a toss of her copper hair. I'm good with the violent part, but the favor? She's going to have to return that.

Rattler

In Haven, Tennessee, you steer clear of Elle. She exists in a bubble, off-limits to anyone that wears a patch and everyone that doesn't. Any moron dumb enough to pop that bubble knows they'd face the full wrath of the Chaos Riders and their psychotic Prez, Mayhem.

Now, I'm not stupid, but I don't stop when I want something. And what I want-what we want-is Elle. The only question is, how far will we have to go to protect what's ours?