Biker Brat (Hell on Heelz MC)

They call me Biker Brat, a name I wear as a badge of honor as a member of the Hell on Heelz MC. Our reputation precedes us – we're known for riding hard and playing even harder, sometimes at the expense of men who can't keep up.

Everything was business as usual until that fateful night when accusations were slung my way. They said I killed a member of a rival club. That's when he came roaring into the Roost, our turf. Riptide. A ghost from my high school past, now a formidable biker club president. His arrival churned up a whirlwind of old memories and new sensations. Suddenly, I found myself caught between the loyalty to my sisters and an undeniable pull towards a man who could be my downfall.

I'm Riptide, the president of my club, the Seville Slayers MC a brotherhood bound by loyalty and blood. We live hard, ride harder, but we play by a certain set of rules. When word got around that a member of our club was slain by the Hell on Heelz MC, I had to act. I set off for the Roost, their domain, ready for a showdown.

That's when I saw her, Star, now called Biker Brat. A hellcat from my high school days, she'd grown into a woman who carried a storm in her eyes. I didn’t recognize her at first, but when realization hit, it struck like lightning. Now, I find myself torn between my duty to my club and a strange, dangerous allure that she holds. The stakes are high, and I can't afford to lose. But what happens when what you stand to lose isn't just about your club, but your heart as well?