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

I wake up to an empty bed and for a brief moment panic strikes through my heart, something wholly new to me. I never get scared or freak out, never. I’m always in control – until now. Mel is messing with my whole fricking being. 


For a second I thought she might have left, or that D took her, but then I hear her moving in the bathroom. Her phone is on the nightstand and I take it to see what time it is. 


There’s a message on the screen. She must’ve forgotten to close it after reading it. It’s from the asshole ex-boyfriend. 


Ren: Mel, we need to talk about Damion. #TruthMustComeOut 


Ug, suddenly I have a cramp in my tummy. Will it be so bad if I just snap his neck or something? I mean, one less irritating douchebag on earth won’t be so bad will it? I take a deep breath, hold it in for a few seconds before releasing it. 


The day after