The Grimm Brothers MC Series by Roxanne Greening

He was everything I ever wanted, everything I’ve dreamed of, so why did wanting him hurt so much? Bianca I’ve spent my life always known as Reyes little sister. I wanted more than that, I wanted Ryan, the second in command the Vice President of The Grimm Brothers MC. I sent him coveted glances, placed myself in his lap, and begged for his attention. Where he was concerned, I threw pride out the window with a smile on my face... moreHe was everything I ever wanted, everything I’ve dreamed of, so why did wanting him hurt so much? Bianca I’ve spent my life always known as Reyes little sister. I wanted more than that, I wanted Ryan, the second in command the Vice President of The Grimm Brothers MC. I sent him coveted glances, placed myself in his lap, and begged for his attention. Where he was concerned, I threw pride out the window with a smile on my face. I thought time would get me what I wanted, I thought space would get his attention, I thought life, and fate would have him falling into my lap. The more I chased him, the faster he ran. Forcing myself to face the truth, he would never want me the way I wanted him. Moving on was painful in more ways than one. My new life brought about dark shadows. Ryan She was my best friend’s little sister, the forbidden fruit, and ultimately my demise if given a chance. Running wasn’t something I normally would do, I’ve faced death and didn’t walk away. But Bianca had me running as fast and as far as I could. When someone was needed to talk peace with another motorcycle club, I was the first to volunteer. Who better for the job than the second in command? When I came home, it was to face Bianca and her new boyfriend. He did something to take the light from her eyes, and I was going to kill him for it. Although, I was the real person to blame. If I didn’t run she would be safe, she would be happy, but most of all she would be mine. Will she finally get what she wants? Will Ryan learn the truth? How dark are the shadows haunting her? less

I was owned. Property. Collateral. Those are the words that now define me. Three harsh soul retching words. 

Tori
I was left to pay a debt that I didn’t ask for. I didn’t get to spend the riches or leave town as the hounds of hell were nipping at my heels. No that was my dad, and I was the unlucky victim of said hellhounds. They came to my door in the middle of the night. I heard the roar of their motorcycles as they came down the road... moreI was owned. Property. Collateral. Those are the words that now define me. Three harsh soul retching words. 

Tori
I was left to pay a debt that I didn’t ask for. I didn’t get to spend the riches or leave town as the hounds of hell were nipping at my heels. No that was my dad, and I was the unlucky victim of said hellhounds. They came to my door in the middle of the night. I heard the roar of their motorcycles as they came down the road. They were like reapers out to claim souls, and one of them was mine. The moment I opened the door I knew it was over. My little life was gone. In one fleeting moment, I became a caregiver to my sixteen-year-old sister and property of a motorcycle club. I knew they watched her, drooling like the dogs they were. To keep her and myself safe, I agreed to five years of service and three rules abide by. Don’t talk to anyone about anything. Don’t ever talk to the cops, personally or otherwise. And don’t talk back. Rules to live by. I kept my head down, my legs closed, and the bar running the best I could. Then he walked in. Greek god with golden hair and amber eyes. I wanted to save him. I tried to warn him, but he kept coming back. If only I knew he was one of them. If only I knew he was going to destroy everything.

Zane
I was the president of my club, a title I didn’t want. I was tasked with discovering if one of our smaller alliance chapters had gone rogue. They weren’t 100% sure, and I needed to dig deep to find out. Call it a gift to further our standing. The Bloody Saints MC needed to clean house without the backlash. I could have sent someone else. I should have sent anyone else. I should have walked back out and never looked back, but those blue eyes pleaded for help. Her long brown hair framing her delicate face had my blood pumping and this primal need to take her, to own her, and to never let her go.  They thought they owned her. Wrong. She was mine the moment she parted those pretty lips and begged me to save myself. She sealed her fate.

Will he destroy her world? Sweep her up into the storm of blood and bullets? Or will he save her and make her his? less