My life has been infused with darkness and trauma since the day I was born. Now I’m the president of the Hounds of Hell motorcycle club, and chaos is my birthright. I crave it to feel stable. Secure. Whole. The only people I care about are the ones who wear my cut. Women are just a tool. Never to cover, only to use. Each face blending into the next. The formula I live by is simple. Death is always at my door. I am a soldier of bedlam. Until a little hummingbird flies into my crosshairs and I’m forced to feel something I haven’t felt for as long as I can remember…alive. Let the hunt begin.