A San Francisco boy.
Double world champion.
Famous bad boy.
Adrenaline junky.
And my brother's best friend.

He seeks to control his guilt.  I like the feeling of chaos inside.

He hurt me.  I hate him ... but love and hate sometimes are indistinguishable.

Damion Grimm lives by the rules.  HIS rules.  Rules he never ever breaks.  Fast bikes, fast brunets, fast life.  That's how he copes.

He doesn't do relationships.  Especially not with his best friend's little BLONDE virgin sister.  I'm not his type.

But when my family's past comes back to haunt me, I learn that things are not always as they appear. 

Sometimes monsters like to hide.  Sometimes bad boys can have wings.  Sometimes hate can be love.  Sometimes control can be lost.  Sometimes sex can create miracle beans.

But most importantly - I've learned that you can always make new rules.

The Biker's Rules

It’s Thursday around 9 pm and we drive through giant steel gates entering the pier where we’re supposed to meet Scarface (the nickname we gave Harry). He’s chosen his location carefully, cause at the moment this whole place is closed down, though I’m not sure why exactly. 


Dad and Uncle John are sitting at the back in a black bulletproof Chevy Suburban SUV driven by armed bodyguards. Us boys are on our Reaper dirt-bikes, dressed up in the same kind of clothes used by SWAT, thanks to Uncle John’s company, and we’re all connected by earpieces specifically designed for tactical, covert, direct-to-ear incoming and outgoing radio communications. 


I salute the old guys and then we drive off to hide between the stacked shipping crates and wait to see what happens. The plan is for us to stay hidden and only come out when something goes wrong and if Scarface shows his ass, we’re going to take him down. 


The meeting