Race

Race: It's strange how if you are twenty-four and she is twenty, it is totally acceptable to the world. When you're a prospect in a 1% motorcycle club, you aren't just too old; you're a bad seed. You're told to stay away. Four years is four years. It really shouldn't matter if you're seventeen and she's thirteen, but it does. So I watch her from afar, waiting for the day she turns eighteen. Before that can happen, tragedy strikes. Now I'll get her revenge and defend her with my life until she is ready for me to make her mine.

Julie: I noticed him watching me. My dad hates him and everything he stands for. But he is always there-that cute guy on the motorcycle, my personal stalker. Sometimes life gets tough; you just try to get through and make it to the other side. Race is there when I need him most. With Race's help, I can do anything.

Millie: Hannah Marie wrote "My heart feels heavy as they speak your name. You used to be here. Now nothing is the same." Truest poetry you'll ever hear. Losing Race's dad is the hardest thing I have ever gone through in this life, and I've been through a lot. Sometimes fate plants a seed, and it grows despite our intentions.

Dare: When this little sprite comes out of her tent and to my rescue, I have no idea who she really is. As usual I stick my foot in my mouth and say the wrong thing. I'm in trouble again. There are only two ways this can go. I get stripped of my patch, or I'll make her mine. The first one is not an option.