I sent both our souls to purgatory when I broke her heart.

Raised in a religious environment where violence, depravity, and unholiness were concealed by fanatical preachings, I learned early on what true evil looked like.

Despite what others think, my soul corrupted long before I became President of the Saint’s Outlaws MC: Coral Cay Chapter.

There wasn’t much light amongst the monsters of my world until I found Birdie Fitzgerald. For years, she accepted the reaper under my skin, only asking for my loyalty in return.

I had it all—my club, my brothers, and my woman.

Until our battle with the Steel Slayers MC.

War...

I sent both our souls to purgatory when I broke her heart.

Raised in a religious environment where violence, depravity, and unholiness were concealed by fanatical preachings, I learned early on what true evil looked like.

Despite what others think, my soul corrupted long before I became President of the Saint’s Outlaws MC: Coral Cay Chapter.

There wasn’t much light amongst the monsters of my world until I found Birdie Fitzgerald. For years, she accepted the reaper under my skin, only asking for my loyalty in return.

I had it all—my club, my brothers, and my woman.

Until our battle with the Steel Slayers MC.

War is ugly. It leaves scars on even the toughest person. Birdie and I were no exception.

To win, sometimes we have to tap into our sadistic sides. That meant when they threatened my woman, I did what was needed to keep her safe and broke her heart.

Seven years later, Birdie storms the gates of my club, breathing fire and brimstone, pleading for me to save her daughter from the trafficking ring her soon-to-be ex-husband is tied to.

With eyes full of demons, scars branding her body, and secrets sealed behind bruised lips, she’s no longer the same woman I shoved out of my life. It’s not until her viperous tongue unveils secrets connecting our past and present in one tragic twist that I realize the gravity of the sins at my feet.

Now, it’s time to go to war again battling an enemy we thought we’d eradicated.

Giving Birdie their hearts on a platter is the only act of penance left, and I intend to ensure she has a damn feast.