Kings of Anarchy Arizona

My name might be Saint, but I’m more devil than angel. I don’t give a damn when others live or die, unless it affects me or my club.
So what made me stop when I saw a car run off the road? And why did I lie in order to save her life?
Maybe it would have been better had I left well alone.
Rescuing her put me at odds with the rest of the Kings. To...

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...

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...

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...