Some things are best left alone. I know this. I should stand by it. That would be the safest option. But, well, I just can’t do that—because the thing I should leave alone…is everything. It’s the reason I breathe. It’s the reason I keep putting one foot in front of the other. I need help. I know it, but nobody wants to step up. The case is too hard. There’s nothing they can do. And then I meet them—bikers, the Knight Brothers. They can give me the help I need. They have the resources. But there’s a problem: Lincoln Knight. I can’t stand him. I loathe him. I despise him. And yet, he’s determined to help me. He won’t take no for an answer. And if I’m being honest…I need him. But working with him, spending time with him, it’s the last thing I want to do… but I have no choice. And I know it. This most definitely won’t end well.