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As the Death Dealer of the Oath Keepers MC, it's my job to handle the threats coming our way. I'm used to responsibility as a single father to my little girl. The most difficult part of my life has been remaining alive, so she has someone to care for her. The moment Flame crashes into my life, I realize death isn't the only thing threatening to take my daughter from me. However, Flame will soon realize I'm the Death Dealer for a reason. I don't play well with others, not even a fiery redhead with a body made for sin.

Not everyone born of mafia blood wants to be in the life. I was determined to never go anywhere near it. Headed in the opposite direction, I pushed away from my family and their legacy. Until they needed me. And then...so did she. I got sucked in too deep, going after her and trying to save them all. Now, there's no turning back. I'd do anything for my cousins, for Sasha.

Nate: Seeing Sunshine Simmons for the first time was shattering to my ego. It was like popping open an icy cold Coke on a hot summer’s day. My body had chilled at the same time that it ignited, all for her. I’d never had my fill of the pretty girl back then when she’d left me. Her return to small-town Alabama didn’t go unnoticed, and I’d do whatever I could to get her to leave again. Sunshine: The moment he takes his clothes off on stage, it hits me. Washboard abs, toned pecs...belong to Nathanial Owens, my ex-best friend.

I’m destined to be in the Kings of Carnage MC. With Bash as my father and club VP, it’s practically in my DNA. Falling for the president’s daughter, however, is not. Leigh’s headstrong and independent, but also my best friend’s younger sister. Her presence is an alluring tease, one I struggle to ignore. Most of all, she’s forbidden, and I’m a rebel.

One's a Sinner, the other a Saint...but can you guess which one? One of them will carve you up the second you turn your back, the other will f--k with your mind. One has a kind heart, while the other has no soul.

I’m a coward. The second-born son of the powerful Vendetti mafia famiglia. Vengeance and fearlessness should run in my blood. They say I’m a liability, an addict, the embarrassment of the famiglia. None of them know the weight I bear, the guilt clawing in my gut for trying to escape it all. I’ll never be underboss, of that I’m certain. Yet, my life changes in a mere moment when I discover I have a daughter. She's someone to live for and protect, an innocent baby depending on me. The nanny comes into my life soon after, testing my resilience.

Chyna: Every chance I get, I go to watch the local fights. I crave the excitement and the rush as it courses through my body, with the sounds of fists meeting flesh. It’s not just the blood or the hard bodies that keeps me coming back each time, wanting more. It’s Jace ‘King’ Kash and his arctic blue eyes. He has fists made of steel with a body honed for speed. He’s breathtaking to watch in the cage. The King easily brings men to their knees, and then graciously helps them up when he’s finished. Getting introduced to him was thrilling, falling in love with him, unexpected.

I was suffocating until the club saved me. I've sent the pain below, buried it and taken control of my life. Now, I cause the pain. I make people break and beg for their lives, as I decide their fates. It's up to me as the Enforcer to protect my club, by any means necessary. She comes into my life, like a stiff punch to the gut, making me question everything I once believed. She belongs to my brother and it goes against everything to take her from him. However, I don't want to take just her. No, I want them both. Can my club handle it? Can he? Because she already loves me...

I arrived home, to my wife’s sweet color, stripped. Her body motionless, slain in a puddle of blood, her delicate skin, riddled with multiple stab wounds. The brutality of the rape was horrendous. My precious little girl lain in the middle of the floor, pillow securely duct taped on her face. Her tiny body, left unmoving. I’ve never screamed so savagely, wishing I was dead before in my life.

She’s mine out of convenience, a means to an end. The crew needs her for a vote, but I need her for so much more. It’s time for an uprising, and in mob life, that’s no easy feat. Blood spills, lines are crossed, and betrayal runs deep. No matter if you’re my enemy or my wife, crew always comes first. Yet, I find myself bartering with the devil. He’s a finicky beast, one I can bargain with. Take a life, in place of another. It’s nothing I haven’t done before, and for her, I’d kill them all.

Violet Vendetti was the Bottaro princess - was. She’d been betrothed to the Capo dei capi of New York, without ever knowing it. A deal made, is a deal kept, as far as the Vendetti Crime family is concerned. No matter that it was her father to plead for her safety offering up her hand in marriage amongst other promises. The Capo always comes to collect what is owed.

They’re the Vendetti crime familia, the most powerful mafia name in New York.... Matteo Vendetti is a man who gets what he wants. As heir to the Vendetti Empire and the capo dei capi’s throne, he’s only required to do one thing. He must get married to prove that he’s matured and is stable enough to take over. The stipulation doesn’t sound like much of a challenge until he realizes who his betrothed is. Violet’s the Bottaro Princessa, not just a random woman he met by chance in another country.

Cristiano Vendetti: I wear the name proudly. I’m Italian royalty, damn near untouchable. The crux of being Vendetti is The Empire. A family of my stature has certain obligations. One of them practically archaic, as our betrothals are decided for us. Whatever to benefit the famiglia, right? I’m mafioso, trained to do as I’m told on all accounts. I’m rewarded with Arianna, as she’s always been my choice. The woman is more of a curse in my case, as I’m already a married man.

Once a Widow Maker but now an Oath Keeper, I’ve made this club my life. It’s taken years to earn my cut and the respect of my MC brothers. I’m the youngest in club history to ever wear this patch - the newest Vice President joining in the ranks under one of the most notorious bikers alive. As the President, my blood brother has set the standard for loyalty and violence far out of my reach. However, the mighty must fall at some point.

He calls me free bird, yet I’m not the one who’s free. At least not as free as he is. He’s covered in tattoos, roaring down a Texas highway, and living life. I sit here, pondering what my life could be. It was only supposed to be some fun, not like this. I’m Avery, flustered Barista - looking for a diversion. I’m not like the others. I’m not ready to give in and accept my fate.

Running scared, I’m forced to start completely over. I escape to Tennessee where no one knows who I am. I try to blend in and decide that a huge university will be the easiest way. Tainted, scared, and alone, will he find me? Will he hurt me again? I have a secret, you see. I need a savior - someone who can help me be free. I never expected to meet Tate Masterson.

Tyler: Football is life. Growing up, my family loved to cheer me on, and after my parents' accident, I vowed to be the best I could be to honor their memory. After a while, life starts to pile up - college, football, and helping out my brothers. I just need a small reprieve, especially if she's five foot five, brunette, and has legs that go on for miles.

He was a biker, a Nomad at that. They're the worst type of outlaws to fall for. He called me his daydream, and I fell. I promised I wouldn't f--k him, but I lied and then left. I had to. He didn't want kids, and I was carrying his child. Now, I have to go back and can't help but wonder...will he kill me for keeping his son a secret?

Biker bitch? Not this chick. I can't stand my father and his group of criminals, and what better way to get back at my father, the president, than to sleep with one of them? Poor little Prospect, he never saw me coming. When my safety is jeopardized yet again by the MC, it's not the Prospect to my rescue, it's a Nomad bound for hell and my heart.

The lies from Harvard Academy's Elite had fallen upon deaf ears. With the truth revealed, Sam was the only person I could turn to and trust. But a girl once so broken was only bent. I returned stronger than before. The de Lacharrieres could play their silly little games and spew their lies. One thing remained true, I was getting free of my father's clutches. Even if that meant having to side with the enemy. The four guys who broke my heart with little white lies would have to heal me with their ugly dark truths.