I'm not a fighter. I'm a shy, curvy good girl who does what she's told. Abused, battered and beaten down by those who say they love me; I've spent my life being the perfect victim for the powerful and the cruel. 

J. taught me that love is worth fighting for. 

Keep your head down. That's what they told me when I got out of prison and again once I finished my parole. And I meant to do that, I swear. I had my brothers, The Sons of Steel Motorcycle Club at my side. I had a mission and a sense of pride. I wasn't looking for a fight.

But meeting Emmy turned that all on its head. She's too damn beautiful not to fight for, no matter what it costs me.