Holding On

Over the years, I'd taken some pretty hard hits. Hell, some were hard enough to break a man, and they had damn near broken me. My past haunted me, consuming me with rage, guilt, and regret. As the Ruthless Sinners' enforcer, I held those dark feelings close, used them to keep my brothers and the club out of harm's way. It wasn't an easy task, especially when there was always someone itching to take us down. The same held true on the night that the mysterious Remington Taylor was left for dead at our door step. One look at her had me questioning everything. For the first time in my life, the pain of holding on was greater than the fear of letting go.