Blackwings MC

They were going to sell me. I couldn't let that happen. I had to escape. My only friend agreed to help me. She helped me get away. She changed my appearance. She sent me to see the president of the Blackwings Motorcycle Club. I needed a new identity so I could start a new life. I walked up to the gate. I was taken inside. And everything changed.

Reese: My life hasn't been easy. At age 11, my parents and two younger siblings were murdered and I went to live with my grandmother. At age 18, I broke up with my boyfriend of almost one year because he wasn't who I thought he was. He further proved that when he put his hands on me. Two weeks later, my grandmother died. I moved to a new town with my last living relative, my older brother, Carbon, to finish my senior year of high school at Croftridge High. Then, I met Duke Jackson. One decision changed my life forever.

I met the love of my life when I was 17 years old. She was my best friend, my love, my soulmate. Even at such a young age, we had a solid plan for our future. I would join the Marines after graduation. We would get married after my first deployment. When my time with Marines was up, we would start a family. But that's not what happened. I came home to find out she disappeared a few weeks after I left. It was as if she vanished into thin air. Then, one day, out of the blue, Ember walked into my clubhouse and set off a chain of events that ultimately revealed almost 40 years of secrets.

My mother, father, brother, and sister were murdered. And I found them. My only living relatives were my grandmother and one little sister, Reese. Then, my grandmother died, leaving me as the only one responsible for my little sister. My dad was a member of the Blackwings MC. I had always planned on becoming a brother. I just thought my dad would be there when I patched in. But he wasn't, and I was slowly drowning in anger and rage. My club was behind me and did everything they could to help me. But nothing was working. Until the night I met her.

I didn't do relationships. Because I had been burned. I didn't do repeats. Because I was burned, again. I slipped and allowed a repeat. And I was burned for a third time. Then I found her. Beaten and bruised. I knew only I could protect her. And I wanted to. As a friend. I wouldn't fall in love with her. I couldn't fall in love with her. But I did. And it almost killed her.