Rogue didn’t become president of the Dead Saints MC by leaving loose ends.
When an ER nurse witnesses him execute a rival club member behind a Memphis gas station, he does the only thing he can. He brings her to The Forge – the Dead Saints clubhouse.
There are no locked doors at the Forge. There don’t need to be.
But Margot can’t run, she can’t call anyone, and she can’t do anything but watch the most dangerous man she’s ever met decide what to do with her. She patches his bloody knuckles without flinching.
He watches her move through his world like she was always meant to be in it. The war with The Crest is escalating. Bodies are stacking up.
The only thing more dangerous than Rogue, is what he’s becoming for her. He shouldn’t have let her live. Now there’s nothing he won’t do to keep her.
