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. My love for her fuelling such an uncontrollable rage it won't be long before I upset the wrong person. I already have, but my club did me no favour, only banishing me, instead of killing 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.
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.
If it wasn't for me, he'd no longer be breathing. But cops and bikers don't mix. Feelings don't even come into it. Even our friendship must come to an end.
Warning: This is a story of the process of grieving with violent and sexy scenes that may be upsetting to some readers, and should therefore not be read by anyone under the age of 18.