Always ride faster than your angels can fly.
As president of the Hounds of Hell motorcycle club, my life has been infused with darkness and trauma since the day I was born. Chaos is my birthright. I crave it to feel stable. Secure. Whole.
The only people I care about are the ones who don my cut.
Women are just a tool.
Never to covet, only to use, each face blending into the next.
The formula I live by is simple.
Death is always at my door.
I am a soldier of bedlam.
Until a little hummingbird flies into my crosshairs, and I'm forced to feel something I haven't felt for as long as I can remember...alive.
Let the hunt begin.