Reapers Rejects MC

Ashley With marriage, there are things you can and can't live with. Harry, my abusive husband, made that clear enough when he beat me like a dog, forced a miscarriage on me, and tried posing me as a hostage to my father's notorious biker gang, The Reapers. I was lucky enough to get out of my marriage in one piece but it's only a matter of time before he picks up my trail and hunts me down. Blackjack swears he'll kill him the second he steps foot in town. I know he means well but there's something about his stare when he tells me I deserve better. A part of me wants to believe I deserve someone like him and yet my bruises are telling me never to trust another man again. But Blackjack isn't like any other man. Is he? Blackjack When I enlisted into the army, I didn't think I'd have anything or anyone to lose-except for her. Ashley Monroe, the blond wild-child of Montana's Reapers MC. It shouldn't have been a surprise when I came back home years later to find out that she left town and ended up married. Life went on of course and I was fortunate enough to have Dex, a son of my own. Three years later, Ashley came back beaten and broken from her marriage. I've never wanted to kill a man so bad in my entire life. Just one look at her and I'm drowning with the urge to hold her in my arms and tell her that she's safe with me, truly. Sometimes I wonder if there's still enough strength in both of us for a second shot in life. Contains mature themes.

Kat: Life always finds a way to fuck you over. I found that one out the hard way before I was even thirteen. Before that, my life had been perfect and then I was stripped away from my family. And while it certainly wasn't what you'd call the typical family, it had been my family, my life. I had everything: loving parents, a huge biker family (even though they did fight like cat and dogs a lot), and the love from every member of one of the most notorious clubs in United States history. The Reapers' blood flew through every vein in my body. It took my years to find out why-or better who-had stripped me of my life, never knowing who the man was that'd taken everything from me. But he certainly knew who I was and, more importantly, he knew my parents. He took me hostage just to get back at my parents for something that had happened years ago. I was the price my parents paid. Worst of all, I've been stuck here for years. Nothing about my stay with the Demons of Hell motorcycle club is glorious, especially not with the things they say and worst of all, the things they force me to do. I started out as a girl full of light, but having spent so much time in the dark has sucked almost every bit of light I had left. Darkness was all I'd known until I met him, and he lit the last remaining ember I'd had left inside me. Damon: When I agreed to go undercover at the Demons of Hell motorcycle club, I had no idea exactly what my father had been signing me up for. My father's personal gain had been my sole purpose. Growing up in the Brotherhood Motorcycle Club had given me a good idea of the club life, but being thrown into Rage's idea of a club was something that nobody could've prepared me for. Four years in this club and I'd learned next to nothing. Every day, I could feel myself getting closer to the information my father sent me for, that my family needed. My father had abandoned everything, and it had all been Rage's fault. Even so, my father had vowed to return, to right every and all wrongdoing that Rage had had a hand in and he would fulfill that promise. And while I may have come here for my father's bidding, that wasn't the reason I'd decided to stay. I could've made the choice a long time ago to run back home, to return even if it was with nothing useful. Every single day that I'm here, I stare in the face of the person I've decided to stay for. Her face screams how lost and broken she is, how she's had everything ripped from her by him. Rage calls her his property, and I'm letting him think that for now. If only he knew about the way she looks at me whenever she's not in his sight . . . Contains mature themes.

Booger: He's shipping me off to Vegas in the hopes that it will squash whatever fire is starting to ignite between Camila and I. Fist is a smart bastard, I'll give him that. What he doesn't realize is that I'm not the type to give up easily. He's warned me to stay away, but the heart wants what it wants, and I want Camila. I may be going to Vegas, but she'll be on the back of my bike the whole way whether he likes it or not. Camila: The Reapers MC were my saving grace when I needed them. Hiding me from the Mexican Cartel, they kept me alive. Fist, the Prez, learned to love me like I was the second daughter he never had. He took his oath of protection that he made to Reed from the Skulls Renegade MC to the heart. Fist wants to protect me from everything and make sure that I don't end up back in the evil clutches of Rafael Ramirez. What happens when I don't want life to hold me back anymore, when I finally want to live in the sun instead of hiding in the dark? Boog is my way to get there, and I want to take that shot. Contains mature themes.

If I didn't love her, I would kill her. I'd kill her for so much, but mostly for hiding my kid from me. For up and running, and choosing to keep my daughter out of my life. She doesn't just belong to Melody. She's mine too, and Melody doesn't get to keep her to herself. She said she ran because of me, because of what I did. I can't blame her for that. I fucked up and I might have lost the most important woman in my life, but I refuse to lose my daughter. Not when we haven't even had a chance. Will fighting for my daughter lead me to winning back my girl's heart? I loved her for years and I always will. The only thing is, Melody doesn't exist anymore. Only Rebel Rose does, and she's nothing like I expect. Contains mature themes.