Bellamy: My life was supposed to be so simple; getting the rest of my inheritance at 25. I would invest it in my music career and become history, literally. What I didn’t expect was to find out that everything I believed to be true about my family was a complete lie. I didn’t expect to find out that I had a half-sister by my real father; a man that was the devil reincarnate. I didn’t expect to find that I had family who had run a criminal MC club in Texas... moreBellamy: My life was supposed to be so simple; getting the rest of my inheritance at 25. I would invest it in my music career and become history, literally. What I didn’t expect was to find out that everything I believed to be true about my family was a complete lie. I didn’t expect to find out that I had a half-sister by my real father; a man that was the devil reincarnate. I didn’t expect to find that I had family who had run a criminal MC club in Texas. And I sure as heck didn’t expect to be thrown full force into the MC life from the time I walked into Bubba's and revealed who I was. I was no longer a daughter, friend, and singer. I was Bellamy Mason, sister-in-law of the Skulls Renegade MC Prez, and I had a target on my back. But there was something else that hit me like a ton of bricks too, and his name was Abe “Butch” Warren. And let me tell you, he was a pleasant surprise. Butch: She walked through that fuckin’ bar just like her sister did. Her red hair flowing down her back, that ass that I wanna take a bite out of. Those were the thoughts I had about her before I got to know Bellamy. I don’t know what it was, but the fuckin’ second my eyes locked on hers she was mine. She was pure, she was innocent – she wasn’t cut for this lifestyle, and I knew that. Here’s the thing, I’m not cut out for relationships and Bellamy Mason is not a girl you just fuck. She’s the real deal, the girl you take home to your momma, the one you lock down as soon as you can. I was bringing danger to her doorstep, and she had no idea. I knew the risks, and I ignored them. Selfishly, I wanted her. What will destroy us first; my enemies, or my need to not define us? less
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