Trust, loyalty, respect-that was what Malice MC stood for. The club was my family, a group of hard men who believed in brotherhood above everything else.

I found my best friend there.

Fell in love there.

And it was there I lost everything.

I gave it all up to find her, stared death in the face more times than I could count, for even just the slightest chance she was still out there. Finding her consumed me, and after six long years, she was finally back within my reach.

I thought getting her back meant feeling whole again, but I was wrong. The beautiful, fierce young woman I knew was gone.

I wasn't the kid she grew up with anymore.

I wasn't her first kiss.

Now, I was the enemy.