Royal Bastards MC

As president of my MC, I've always had to hide a part of who I am. I was fine with that until he walked into my life. Now, I can't shove that half of myself into the dark anymore. My club won't understand and the woman I want definitely won't get it, but what choice do I have? I want them both and I'm done with not taking what I want. Yeah, I'm savage enough to screw the rules to get what I want and I want them. Both of them—and I won't settle for less. You can't control who you love but sometimes, it's savage enough to make its own heat.

As the V.P. of a dangerous MC, I knew the moment I was handed my patch, my life would forever change. I no longer belonged to myself, but I belong to the Royal Bastards, MC, Los Angeles. Do or die by the patch. Blood on my hands for my club. Several girls missing puts my club on alert. Danyella, my only family left, has disappeared right along with them.

I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and being stuck with a name like Whiskey was never easy, but none of that ever mattered much to me. Not until I met her. The kids used to call me white trash—WT for short, but I turned that nasty nickname into my f--king mantra after I joined the Air Force. My only regret was falling in with the wrong group of men. But, that's how I met her and I wouldn't trade what we had together for anything except maybe another chance.

As President of the Royal Bastards MC, Los Angeles Chapter, I have enemies everywhere. They'll use anything and anyone to exploit me. Regardless, only one person has ever brought me to my knees. Danyella. My Bella. Her emerald green eyes captured my soul the moment we looked at each other. I constantly watch her and the light in her eyes is fading. Her laughter and smiles all but gone. I realize that my enemies have found my kryptonite. She's become their pawn, and there's only one way to get her back. Revenge.

Danyella's going to be the death of me, I swear. Just one look into her mesmerizing blue eyes and I'd give her anything in the world on a silver platter. Well, almost anything. The one thing she's asking me for this time is something I buried in the past and don't want anything to do with ever again. She wasn't here to see the hell Chains put me through that Christmas Eve night. She didn't see the pain inflicted on me because those scars are covered up with tattoos. I'll give her what she wants this Christmas, but I hope she understands that what she wants is going to wreak havoc on my soul.