I had the club, I had the most powerful husband, the Prez of the Demons of Hell MC.
I had a family.
He’d told me time and time again the club was my “family”.
My “family” let a lot of things happen to me that shouldn’t of.
My “family” did an excellent job of turning a blind eye.
My “family” was great at letting me be the punching bag for their mistakes. For all of his pent-up anger and frustrations.
My “family” was the reason I almost died.
When Rage came into my life I saw nothing else.
His name was a warning and I didn’t listen.
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Here Kitty, Kitty
(Demons of Hell MC #2 / Reapers MC #2)
Kat
Life always finds a way to fuck you over.
I found out the hard way when I was barely thirteen when I was taken from family. My life was picture perfect, but it sure wasn’t normal; it was my version of normal. I had a Dad and Mom who loved me more than anything, a huge biker family who fought like cats and dogs, and the love from every member of one of the most notorious clubs in United States history.
The Reapers’ blood flows through every vein in my body.
It took me years to find out why I was taken. I didn’t know the man who’d ripped me from my reality. But oh, he knew me—and my parents—very well. I was his hostage to get back at my mother and father – for something that happened years ago.
I was the price paid for my parent’s actions. Worst of all, I’ve been here for years. Nothing about my stay with the Demons of Hell MC is glorious. The things they say, the things they make me do.
I was so full of light but spending too much time in the darkness sucked almost every bit of light from my soul. Darkness was all I knew about until he lights the only remaining ember left inside of me…
Damon
When I agreed to prospect undercover in the Demons of Hell MC, I didn’t know all the details of what my father was signing me up for. My sole purpose is his personal gain. Growing up within the Brotherhood MC gave me a good idea of our life but being thrown into Rage’s kind of club was something that no one could prepare me for.
Four years of being in this club, I’ve learned next to nothing. Every day I grow closer to finding out information that could be useful for my father, for our family. My father abandoned our town, the place I was born in, my home – all because of Rage. He vowed to return, to right every wrong that Rage did, and I knew he would keep that promise.
I may have come here to do my father’s bidding, but that isn’t the reason I’ve stayed. I could have made the choice a long time ago to run back home with nothing. I stare my reason in the face every single day. She’s lost, broken and everything has been ripped from her. Rage calls her his property, and I let him think that. If only he knew about the way she looks at me whenever she lingers from his sight.
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