Andi Rhodes

Aiden… I hate secrets. They ruin people’s lives and end relationships. Too bad I picked a job that’s full of clients with skeletons in their closet. None of that bothers me because I can compartmentalize. Keep the required boundaries intact. Until she shows up on my doorstep.

There isn’t a person in the world who hasn’t committed a sin. Some sins are worse than others, but seven of them are deadly. But those seven worst of the worst? They’re what drive Saints Purgatory MC to keep fighting. Grim… They call me Grim, short for Grim Reaper.

I was raised around pinging slot machines and the jubilant shouts of middle-aged women who won any amount of money at the Devil’s Double Down casino. Beneath it all was the Devil’s Handmaidens Motorcycle Club: Atlantic City, NJ chapter.

In my world, love doesn’t exist. At least not the healthy kind. But when we’re charged with eliminating a doctor with a tendency for sloth, everything changes. His patient barrels her way into my life and my heart, and I will stop at nothing to ensure she’s mine.

There isn’t a person in the world who hasn’t committed a sin. Some sins are worse than others, but seven of them are deadly. But those seven worst of the worst? They’re what drive Saints Purgatory MC to keep fighting. Apple…

Everyone has a dark side, a part of them that they try to keep hidden. As President of the Black Savages MC, my darkness is a constant companion, one I embrace with open arms. But even I have limits. Sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong isn’t without consequences.

Revenge is supposed to be sweet, swift, but it’s never that simple. I’ve spent years craving it, and now that I’m finally in a position to make it happen, nothing can stop me. Enter one stripper that doesn’t fit in and everything changes.

Everybody has them, including me, and mine run deeper than most. Not even my twin knows what I keep hidden. But life has a way of uncovering details and yanking them into the light for all the world to see.

I loved her for years but she never loved me back. When she was taken, I snapped. Now she’s back and not herself. She’s an empty shell of the woman I knew. But I still love her. Her demons are many, and I want to slay every one. Problem is, she thinks she’s too broken.

I served my country and returned broken. Trying to fit the pieces back together, I built the Broken Rebel Brotherhood. We walked a fine line between right and wrong to protect those who had nowhere else to turn. I’d never mixed business with pleasure. That is, until her.