Brenna Miller goes by many different names: Shorty, Brenna, and most importantly, Mommy. She fights every day for her daughter, sometimes forgetting herself in the process. In her opinion, life is good. She has her brother, her daughter, a stable job, and a side gig that pays very well. Things are good. She would rather go through life alone, anyway, as that means nobody can hurt her or her daughter. That plan worked until she meets an arrogant man with bright blue eyes and a curiosity for her neither of them understands. Now, she must decide if loneliness is safer, or maybe, just maybe, he is.
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Driver Roberson is the ruthless Vice President of the Devil's Right Hand MC. His entire life, he was trained to be a fighter, to only think as far as the next fight. Even after he retired his boxing gloves, he followed this motto, one foot in front of the other, one fight at a time. He never wanted anything more than the life he had, owning a popular gym, hosting underground fights, being a part of DRH, and having a different girl in his bed every night. In his mind, life is good. Then how can one girl knock his entire world off its axis? Why does he feel so drawn to her, especially when she constantly pushes him away? Maybe it's fate. Maybe it's lust. Maybe it's true love. But Drive will have to fight for her.
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Disclaimer: This technically is a sequel to Facing My Demons (Devil's Right Hand MC #1) as it follows all of the same characters. I highly encourage you to read that book first. However, this book can be read as a stand-alone!
CRINGE WARNING!
First book I ever wrote on here!!
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"Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun."
I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest.
They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted.
People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'.
I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me.
I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy.
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Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8
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