She stole my heart, but I'm powerless to steal her pain away...

In the Knightdale Charter, I’m the guy with a drink in one hand and a phone full of bad decisions in the other. I dodge commitment like a stray bullet, preferring the kind of temporary thrills that don't leave a hangover. Until I realize the little girl who used to safely play inside the clubhouse gates has blossomed into a woman right before my eyes.

Compared to me, she's still just a kid. A blur of sunshine and untapped potential. I try to stay away until her father orders me not to. Now I'm stuck playing princess protector as the ever-present shadow at her back. I'm the man who would take a bullet for her before she could even blink. And a bullet would be easy. A bullet I could stop.

Instead, she's suddenly fighting a war where all the bikes and bullets in the world mean nothing. This is an enemy I can't outrun or outgun. Watching her grow fragile, seeing the light in her eyes flicker as she faces the cold reality of her own mortality, is a torture I wasn't prepared for. For the first time in my life, I am completely and utterly helpless.

But if she thinks she's battling this alone, she’s wrong. There’s no outlaw justice for this, but the club will tear this world apart to keep her in the fight. And I’ll be her strength when her body gives out. I'll do whatever it takes to see that all her dreams come true. Hell, I’ll make a deal with the devil himself if it buys her one more day.
"​This book hit all the feels. So much raw emotion; You’ll need a box of tissue to get through it."