Rebellions 4 Blood MC
I never asked to be President of the Rebellions of Blood motorcycle club but I earned it with blood, sweat, loyalty, and hard work.
I’m not a good man but I have the respect of every brother in our club. We found us a new home, a new direction to take our club, and we are recruiting new members.
Life is good except for the little Texas Tornado that keeps sweeping in and out of my life. I will never commit to one woman again; it was the only failure in my life.
Micah says she’s only in it for the sex but her eyes tell me a different story. She needs to run back to her safe life. She’s in a downward spiral. My life will destroy her.
I won’t be tamed. I live my life my way, and I don’t apologize for it. I don’t want a cookie-cutter life with a white picket fence and accepting a long line of disappointments of what might have been. What I want is a man that can kiss me breathless and set my body aflame with one caress without being in my business twenty-four seven.
Men can’t take what they dish out. A little bit of sass and a taste of their own sh** is good for them. The world is my playground and I am going to take full advantage of it. Sarge can have his love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude because all is fair in my game of life.