As president of the Hounds of Hell motorcycle club, my life has been infused with darkness and trauma since the day I was born. Chaos is my birthright. I crave it to feel stable. Secure. Whole. The only people I care about are the ones who don my cut. Women are just a tool. Never to covet, 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.
Trigger and Content Warnings
- Domestic abuse recounted
- Sexual assault of a minor recounted (off-page)
- Alcohol consumption & drug use
- Blood & knife play (consensual) and consensual non-consent (CNC)
- Murder & torture
- Gun violence
- Military service recounted (protagonist, marine)
- Organised crime (outlaw motorcycle club)
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