'I liked your book,' he said, as we shook hands across the table. 'Well thanks,' I answered guardedly, as I slid onto the bench seat opposite him and sat down. It was around three months since it had come out and so just coming up to about a year since his election. 'You mean the one that just about stopped short of saying that you killed him,' I asked, 'or that you at least had him killed?' 'Yes,' he nodded with a smile on his wolfish face, 'I particularly liked that part.' Iain had written a book about The Brethren MC and how powerful they could be. He knew it was a dangerous thing to have done, whether they liked it or not, and one that had taken him part way into their world. And now it was his turn. Now a new President, with big boots to fill, was going to make him an offer he was going to find difficult to refuse, and once in the outlaw biker's world, steeped in the smells of engine oil and leather, would he ever be able to get out again? And as an outsider on the inside, with serious trouble looming, who, if anyone, can he trust? The second instalment of The Brethren MC Trilogy, a British Sons of Anarchy.