From my father's disappointment. From my sister's shadow. From the blood I watched spill in our clubhouse my entire life.
They think I'm at college. Think I'm being their good girl, studying hard, making them proud.
They have no idea I've been living under fake names. Racing bikes in illegal circuits. Tending bar in places where angels fear to tread. Becoming everything my parents taught me not to be.
But when I hear my father almost died—when I learn Los Coyotes came for him—I break my only rule.
I come home.
That's where I meet him. The Nomad from Texas with scarred knuckles and dead eyes. The Shotgun Saint who doesn't know I'm Raiders of Valhalla royalty when he pins me against an alley wall after a bar fight goes wrong.
He thinks I'm just another wild girl looking for trouble. Another conquest before he leaves Florida.
He has no idea he just claimed Ivar's youngest daughter. No idea that loving me means war between clubs. No idea that the secret I'm running from could destroy everything.
Now I have to choose: Keep running, or stand and fight beside a man who makes my father's bloodshed look like mercy.