The Black King wants his dancing Rose. But the Rose has more thorns than he knows. Will he bleed?
Having had enough of a life full of fear and pain, Roselyn and the love of her life, her Harley, ride, away from all she's ever known or loved, towards nothing. She drives day in and day out, hoping to outrun the life she's lead and the nightmare's in her head. Broken and careless, she stops at a club somewhere along the way, hoping to dance her worries away. Unknowingly catching the eye of someone. Someone who embodies everything she needs to avoid, yet never wants to leave.
Cold, tough, swift, extensively marred, and deadly. He sees a reflection of himself in his bike, A bike made just for him, made for a king. The black king, Benjamin Renero. Leader of the Phantom riders takes no shit and deals a painful death to those who give him shit. But when a small woman waltzes into one of his clubs and gives him enough sass to kill a cat, he is drawn to her and her endless brown hair, crystal blue eyes, leather jacket, her no-fucks-given attitude, and her Harley. A sleek, badass, bruised, and deadly bike. A bike made for a queen. A queen of the riders, HIS Queen.
Rose:
My new con. Find and possibly kill Briac Bledig. The man who is said to have killed my brother.
I hide everything, it's my job. The life of a grifter is dangerous, if someone finds out who you are, you're dead faster than you can say 'thief'. You can't give any sign of who you are and must be able to change in the drop of a pin. But there he is, trying to see me, trying to make me break.
There are two rules in my life. One: to write my own story and two to never fall for my own con. It was supposed to be the job of my life, to take revenge on the man who let my brother die, to make my brother at peace. But he is there, making me question everything, question the truth, question reality and more deadly... question myself falling for him.
Spotter:
I see everything. I look into someone and read what their life is, the threat level, what they need or want. But with her there is nothing. Just nothing. I have seen enough darkness in my life and I don't want any more but every time I see nothing in her dark eyes I want more, damning my soul all the more.