He’s a beast. A killer.

A dark shadow with blood on his hands and violence in his veins.

He’s the monster that comes at midnight. The one I watch from my bedroom window, holding my breath, wondering if he has finally come for me.

It’s only a matter of time before he takes me. His ballerina girl. It’s a promise he made the first time he caught me staring at him. ‘You will be mine.’

It’s impossible not to fear him. My bones tremble every time I hear his name.

Granite. President of the American Street Kings MC.