My name is Brian Hatcher and I want it all.
I want the control of the motorcycle club my father runs, the murderer of my friend David six feet under, and, more than anything, David’s sister Lisa.
I want Lisa on the back of my bike, in my bed, and under the spell of my cold burn.
I don’t care that Lisa’s unsure of the role the Iron Tornadoes played in David’s death or that her long-held goal is to become a criminal prosecutor.
I won’t let her wishes stand in my way.
In the end I always get what I want.
It's part of a series that has been doing very well in English, French and German.
Soso in Spanish and Portuguese.
Everest is early. It's nine o’clock at night, and The Styx doesn't open before ten on Fridays.
"How are you doing, brother?" I ask as he enters the small room that serves as my office since I’ve become the manager of this MC sex club. I stand up, and we hug. Whoever came up with his nickname had a stroke of genius. Everest is indeed built like an impressive mountain. He even makes me feel small, and I'm anything but a miniature.
"Better than you," he says, looking very serious. "Seriously, Brian, you look like shit."
"Yep, and I feel worse than I look. That's why I asked you to come over tonight. Sledge is out of commission, and Mirror is away. Our crew is good for watching over the video feeds, and the bouncers are ready to intervene. But just in case something tricky happens, we need a Dom with brains and muscle. I'm too tired to play referee tonight."
"Yeah, yeah." He shrugs. "I'm not working before Monday anyway. Since they pulled me out of the task force, my schedule's been pretty relaxed."
"Why don't you quit and come work with us?" I ask out of force of habit as we walk toward the locker room.
