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For the last two years, I've told myself she’s off limits. That a man like me, can't be with a woman her age. Then my little maniac turned 18...and I gave in to my temptation. I shouldn't have, but now it's too late. She's mine now, and I'll never let her go. Then one of the biggest sinners in Vegas thought he could just take her. He's forgetting; it's my job to protect her. Mine. Now, I'm going to burn this city to the ground. I'll reap havoc until my little maniac is back in my arms.

Nothing can end before it begins. My beginning started with the death of my best friend. And the kid he left behind...I had no idea what to do. But I made a promise. Jenkins was my responsibility. But he wasn't the only one I had. Raising a kid while being the president of the Ruthless Kings MC? The club had as much influence over him as I did.

They think they are safe. Isn’t that sickening? They are decorating for Christmas. Twinkling lights. Wreaths. Mistletoe. Laughter. All that is missing is snow. They are the idea of a perfect family, aren’t they? I wonder how many of them are wishing for a Christmas miracle. How many of them only want peace? A night full of magic and wonder... Well. Not when I'm here. It’s a beautiful time to be the Groundskeeper. Turning miracles into nightmares.

I used to live in darkness, and a comet soared through my night sky. So I made a wish. Blood is my sanction. Pain is my salvation. Fear is what I instill. Especially for my Comet. The warm barrel of a gun against my head? It won’t stop me from protecting what is mine. Even if it means spilling more blood. My love for her has been tested and I’m furious. Seconds has turned to minutes. Minutes has turned to hours. And suddenly months have gone by without a change. Trying to make Daphne remember is getting us nowhere. It’s time to accept our fate. This is the new us.

I wouldn't burden anyone with loving me. I'm a hard man to love. Until she walks through the garage doors, looking perfect in her little blue dress and high heels. She's neat and clean and too damn good for me, but I'm determined to get her filthy. Then Reaper reminds me of the debt I owe him, and the fine is costly — stay away from the woman whose voice is a song.

Bitterness and anger cloud my judgment when it comes to the MC. What is so great about them that I can't have on the outside? What is so great about the patch? Death? Blood? Fear? That is all I've experienced with the club. I hated to leave my sister. She's the only reason I stayed as long as I did. But it's time for something new.

I had everything a kid could want. A home. Food. Toys. Friends. Loving parents. And it all equaled happiness. Then, my life went up in smoke. Happiness no longer existed. I trusted the wrong person. And in a blink of an eye, the cruelty of the world reared its ugly head. Four walls. Darkness. Memory loss. Chains. Sex. My first love. And people watching in the corners.

If there is one thing I won't allow, it's having my dad's MC run into the ground. Everyone expects my brothers to take charge, but there is one thing no one knows. I'm the one that runs this club. A woman. And according to men, a woman's place is in bed, not at the head of the table. News flash: I'm not only going to be the head of the table, but I'm putting the word out. Women can join. Men can join. Everyone can join and be accepted. My brothers? We are all triplets and they support me and have my back. I'm taking the bull by its horns. And this MC is mine.

We’ve been traveling all over the country, recruiting new members for our club. Before we call it quits, we make a pitstop in Las Vegas. I’m owed a debt, and I’ve come to collect. It’s been awhile since I spoke to the president of the Ruthless Kings. And I’m calling in my marker. I figured I’d ask for cash, maybe a few new recruits, arms-dealer networks, but he said no. That’s fine. But then I set my sights on her. A blonde bombshell. Yeah, she’s mine.

One, two, three, four...I declare a deadly war. Five, six, seven, eight...I can't keep my mind straight. Nine, ten...I'll hunt her down and make her mine again. I'm not the kind of man to take dares lightly. They tend to make me more...insane.... She's in the place I escaped from. And my mania is on overload. I'm frantic. I'm reckless. I'm murderous. My mind is chaos. I can feel her, sense her, and scent her. Her fear. Her madness. Her need. My instincts are on overload. And I'm not the type of hunter that uses a gun.

There are a few things I don’t like to talk about in life. My father. And Kansas. I hate him, and I hate that godforsaken state. To this day, I haven’t loved because there’s a fear. An inkling. An instinct that I will be just like him. I convinced myself our blood was rotten, tainted, and sour. I believe I didn’t have the ability to be faithful or loyal. But then after a blizzard, a sailboat washed to shore. And she was there. She’s here at the clubhouse now. Violet Winston.