Loyalty to The Chaos Demons is carved into my bones.
These days, the club is calmer. Quieter. It’s given us time to breathe, to build, to figure out what life looks like without blood on our hands every damn day.
I thought my story was already written—with Anita. She kept me grounded, challenged me, made me feel something real.
She was my addiction, but she never wanted the title I kept trying to give her.
And then Rue walked in. Soft-spoken. Sweet. The kind of woman who doesn’t belong in a world like mine.
But I want her anyway.
Only Anita’s past is catching up with...
Atlas
Loyalty to The Chaos Demons is carved into my bones.
These days, the club is calmer. Quieter. It’s given us time to breathe, to build, to figure out what life looks like without blood on our hands every damn day.
I thought my story was already written—with Anita. She kept me grounded, challenged me, made me feel something real.
She was my addiction, but she never wanted the title I kept trying to give her.
And then Rue walked in. Soft-spoken. Sweet. The kind of woman who doesn’t belong in a world like mine.
But I want her anyway.
Only Anita’s past is catching up with her and dragging all of us down with it.
Rue
Calling the club was my last resort. My sister needed help, and The Chaos Demons delivered.
But I didn’t expect to fall for the biker who came to the rescue. Atlas is rough, tattooed, and terrifying in all the right ways.
There’s something about him that feels safe, even when the world around me is falling apart.
I should’ve run the second I realised his ex still had claws in him. Anita’s always there, always watching, and she makes sure I know that if she calls, he’ll come.
But now, I’m the one who needs saving.
When I’m taken and used as leverage in a war no one saw coming, Atlas is forced to make a choice . . .
The past he thought he wanted, or the future he never saw coming.
