My father: murdered. My baby sister: killed the same day. And my only remaining sister's whereabouts? A mystery.
I'm drowning in my desolation and yet nobody seems to care.
As president of the Fallen Aces MC Fort Worth chapter, I'm looked to for guidance in times of crisis. I'm expected to set personal grievances aside and lead by example. How can I do that when those grievances robbed me of my family, my life? My reason to be at the head of the table?
I had it all figured out, at least, I thought I did. Until one woman, a traveller passing by, unravels the plan. I see it in her eyes, the same distance, the same feeling that she doesn't belong--that her time here is wasted. One woman who mirrors me in every way, and suddenly I find a reason to hold off the reaper a little longer.
A reason to stay at the head of the table.
A reason to show those who've hurt me that, although they brought the beast to its knees, I won't lay down to die without a fight.