When our president died, the Rebel Saints as we knew it died with him. This is my club now.

 

Which means our days of being entangled with the cartel are over.

The only thing I want less than being tied up with criminals is a relationship right now.

But the beautiful brunette with the quick smile and impossibly long lashes might make me second-guess that stance.

Too bad I may never get the chance to find out.

Because not all the club members agree with my first big step as Pres.

And with the club fractured, I may have inadvertently created new enemies.