Fueling the Edge

Edge

I've only ever lived and breathed for one thing, and that was my club, my family.

They're all I've ever had since I was a child. My birth parents were original Twisted Iron MC members who were among the slaughtered during an attack. The only mission I ever thought I'd find myself on was protecting this club—not my heart. Not the heart that beats within my chest, no, she has a name. Talia. She saved my life once, and I'm willing to risk it all if I can keep her safe. She thinks she can martyr herself to protect me, but I won't let her go that easily.

Talia

He was a living and breathing embodiment of everything I had been running from. Or so I thought, the day I found his near-lifeless body. It's true what they say. Looks can be deceiving. Every single horrible thing his physical appearance represented to me, turned out to be untrue. I was in hiding, on the run from my past. That's when the present, and my possible future,...