Publisher's Synopsis
PIPESThe MC Princess. Of course, she'd be the only woman to make my heart race, inspire my songs, and make me dream of an impossible future. Oh well, she is off-limits, even thinking of her and the dirty things I'd like to do to her are grounds for a beat down, or worse, losing my family - my brothers.The first time we met, Trinity was just a girl. Beautiful, precocious, and so full of herself I knew she was destined for better than a biker. So, we became friends, and that was enough. That is until her prom. One stinking kiss, one time letting my feelings show, and I ruined it. Now, I watch her from a distance, no longer friends, no longer anything but an observer. Don't misunderstand, my life is good; my band is doing great, groupies are everywhere, and when at the club, well, let's just say the sweet butts never deny me anything. Hell, I have the dubious title of man-whore extraordinaire. So, why is it I can't get that golden-haired beauty off of my mind? TrinityF'in man-whore! I thought he was my best friend, boy was I wrong. Dropped me like a hot potato the minute he kissed me. What a kiss too! Knocked my socks off. Must have been a total turn off for him though since right after that he stopped hanging around with me and he told my brother he was through babysitting! Jerk!Worse than knowing I can't compete with the sweet butts is knowing that the brothers know I care for the damn man, and he doesn't give a shit about me. Talk about embarrassing. I wish I was anywhere but here. Seeing him with all those women, knowing they all get what I want. What the hell is wrong with me anyhow? I may not be as curvy as the sweet butts, but I'm good looking, have all the right parts in the right places. Just because my grandpa was the original Pres, and my Uncle is the Pres now, I don't give a shit about that stupid Princess title. I'm a woman! And if I'm not good enough for Pipes, well to hell with him. I like the biker life, I love the RWMC. Guess I'll just have to find another Chapter, with Men that are not afraid of my Uncle and Dad. I need a future, in the RWMC, away from Pipes. I future where there are men that see ME, not my parents, and a man that sees me as good enough.Leaving Las Vegas, the only way to stay in the RWMC - without seeing Pipes. Doesn't seem fair, I have to leave home, my home. But that is just the way it is. If I want to stay with the club anyway. So, goodbye Vegas, let's see where my future lies.
