They gave me the road name Rattler. Oh, it’s not because I’m a snake in the grass, it’s due to my have a habit of rattling people’s chains. I’d say it was their fault, they lay themselves open to being mocked. Take Saint and Short, for example, they’ve recently taken old ladies. One thing’s for certain. I’m never going to be so stupid and tie...

The dead mother of my fifteen-year-old son Ace has just re-emerged from her grave. Or, that’s what I first believe when she appears at the gate to our clubhouse. But she’s not a ghost, she’s my ex’s twin, and as such stakes a claim as Ace’s aunt.

I’ve more than one reason to be suspicious of her, especially as she quickly finds a place in Ace’s...

How did I get my name? Nah, let’s leave that story for another day. Fact is, at six foot seven, I’m the tallest member of the King’s of Anarchy Arizona chapter, with a physique to match my height. Men fear me just for my size alone.

My bulk didn’t save me when I and my companions were ambushed by our enemies. Left barely I alive, I was...