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They're called one-night stands for a reason. If you're lucky, there's a lot of mind-blowing sex and then you never have to see or speak to the person again. It's fun and uncomplicated. In my case, Bash hightailed it to the airport the next morning, so I definitely never expected to run into the former prospect for the Charon MC again. But when his mother passed, he dragged his pipes all the way from Texas to New York, and now he's crashing at the Satan's Knights clubhouse. Which also happens to be where I work and the scene of our one-night crime.

The things I've lost could shatter any man. Send him on a downward spiral. I would've punched my own ticket if it weren't for the Satan's Knights. Instead, I became the VP of the Knightdale Charter. A man can't drown in his misery when he's got responsibilities. So I look for things to dull the pain. Sex. Drugs. Whatever. When you've been to hell and back, the only time worth having is a good one. My little Birdie knows this self-destructive path, too. That's why I can't stay away from her.

Death before dishonor. It's the most important rule and the easiest to break. Riding with the Knightdale Charter isn't my first choice. But home is where you go when you leave your heart in a pine box. Grief is like a magnet, and I'm surrounded by shadows. Living life among the darkness, just like her. She's buried an even bigger piece of herself than I have. And all she wants is to finally find the light.

Greed. Power. Sin. It all comes with the gavel. Blurs the lines between church and state. But the Knightdale Charter of the Satan's Knights MC is my life. And I'd do anything for this club. Like letting the best woman I ever had slip through my fingertips. A sinfully beautiful spitfire, she's my better half in every way. My twin flame. My everything. My biggest regret. But there's no making things right between us.

One way or another, all men pay for their crimes. Some do their time locked in a cage, while others meet their due karma without a judge or a jury. My debt to society is almost paid, and soon I'll be free to get my son the justice he deserves. Justice he wouldn't be due if only I had done my job as his father and protected him. There's just one hitch, and her name is Charlotte.

It was just a typical manic Monday until the blue and red lights flashed behind my Harley. The cop who pulled me over was good-looking, if you’re into clean-cut guys with expressive eyes. He was also cocky and gave me three tickets. One for speeding. Another for blowing a light. And the third for not producing an insurance card. Jerk. When he finally let me go, I realized I was more than an hour late for my first day as an intern for the infamous advice column Ask Ida.

Walking the line, exercising self-control, and respecting boundaries was never my thing. Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife - the number-one rule you don't break when you're a prospect for the Satan's Knights. I fell in love with the former vice president's wife. A lethal mistake on my behalf that only left me bitter and standing on the edge of an overpass. I would've jumped if it hadn't been for the terrified girl, crying on the other side of the fence. She was 17 and the district attorney's daughter. She was also pregnant with my little brother's baby.