Riker…

I’m the Enforcer of the Soulless Kings for a reason. I do what I’m told, no matter how grizzly, how dangerous, how inhumane. And I live for it. I like hurting people, teaching them a lesson they couldn’t possibly forget.

But even I have my limits. I don’t hurt women, children, or animals. In fact, if I catch you crossing that line, I’ll make you pay… with your life. So when another local MC reaches out to us for help with a traffic problem, I jump on it. The problem is, I don’t realize exactly who I’ll be working with until I come face to face with her. Yeah, that’s right, her.

It doesn’t take me long to realize why they call her Looney Tunes, and I kinda love the fact that there’s a female version of me out there. And I’m willing to burn down her walls to prove we’re two sides to the same coin.

Luna…

Looney Tunes. That’s what they call me. And I’ve earned the nickname. I embrace it, embody it, revel in it. Some would say I have a screw loose, but I don’t care.

I’m the President of the Devil’s Handmaidens MC: Oregon Chapter and my ability to handle the more unsavory side of life makes me good at what I do. So when I have to enlist the help of another MC, I don’t like it. Not even when their Enforcer stirs up fantasies I’ve worked hard to ignore. I don’t do relationships, or even one night stands. They’re too much trouble, too distracting. And it’s never been a problem for me… until him.

Can I let him in enough to get the job done without compromising a life system that works for me? I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell going to try.