Description:Heart
Crystal, my wife, old lady and soulmate is dead. There’s no way to survive, nothing for me to live for. All I want to do is to join her. I don’t want to take my own life, but if someone does it for me, so much the better.
She shouldn’t have died, she shouldn’t have left me. Now here I am, a solitary biker out on the road with no brothers behind me, my only company the ghost of my old lady.
Then the cop starts calling me. And I start to live for those calls. My Prez would kill me if he knew I was talking to the detective, but somehow I can’t stop. Police and outlaw motorcycle clubs cannot, and do not, mix.
Marc
I rang to update him on the investigation into Crystal’s murder, my only concern to give the biker closure for the death of his wife. I didn’t expect to be talking to someone who was suicidal, nor that I would have to expose the loss in my own life to talk him down from the ledge. I didn’t expect we’d become friends.
I’m a cop. The natural enemy of the Satan’s Devils MC. They hated me when I called on them to help Heart, but if I couldn’t involve them, he’d end up dead. Cops and bikers don’t mix.