Exiled Eight MC - Detroit

My family betrayed me. Tossed me out onto the street at seventeen. But with a reputation to keep, my parents decided they would rather see their daughter homeless than have my teenage pregnancy taint the perfect facade they'd created. I swore I'd never again let another person close enough to hurt my little girl or me. Yet, every wall I built, he smashed straight through. Hawk wasn't just the VP of The Exiled Eight MC in Detroit. He was alluring. He was possessive. And the scars that decorated his skin told the story of a dark past. A past that was still lurking in the shadows, threatening to destroy everything I loved. I was ready to fight for us. I'd battled my own demons before. But if they came for my family, I was going to start a war. Contains mature themes.

I escaped a dark past. Barely dragging myself from the depths of hell. But when addiction sinks its claws into your soul, there are only two options—surrender and let it devour you or wage the fight of your life. Out of the shadows, I found strength and resilience. What I didn’t expect was to find him. Bishop wasn’t just the President of The Exiled Eight MC in Detroit. He was powerful. He was commanding. And as my best friend’s father, he should have been off-limits. But the magnetic pull was relentless, luring us toward a line we knew we shouldn’t cross. In a world where loyalty and alliances are forged in blood, one mistake could destroy us. So, I was going to seize every moment. Because who knew if it might be our last.