Rage. Grim Sinners MC (Second Generation), #3

Meadow:I was born into the Devil Souls MC. My first breath was filled with the scent of leather and exhaust. The clubhouse was my playground, the roar of engines my lullaby. My dad, all tattooes and muscles, ruled as the club's enforcer. Grandpa, with his weathered face and iron will, held court as VP. It was more than just a club; this was my family. I grew up watching the guys come and go. None of them ever caught my eye, not really.
Until him. I remember that day like it was yesterday. The sun beating down, the smell of barbecue in the air. I turned, and there he was. Mason. My heart stuttered, then raced. He was older, dangerous in a way that made my skin tingle. Our eyes locked, and I swear the world stopped spinning for a second. Everyone warned me off, but that only made the pull stronger. I threw myself into school, determined to prove I was more than just an MC princess.
Now I'm an OBGYN, bringing new life into the world while straddling two very different realities. And one day, when I least expected it, we came face-to-face once more. This time there is no stopping him from claiming me. Mason:The MC is everything to me: family, purpose, life itself. Dad's the Grim Sinners' VP, and I always knew I'd follow in his footsteps. She walked into our club barbecue and my whole world shifted in one single moment.
In that split second, life wasn't just about the clubhouse, riding, and brotherhood. Those weren't the only things that mattered anymore. But she was too young. Still in school, but damn if I didn't want to claim her right then and there. I waited, watched, bided my time. When the moment came, I fought her old man for her. Hell, I would've taken on the whole Devil Souls MC if I had to because she is mine.
Now someone's threatening my Meadow, and they've just unleashed a hell they'll never see coming. The Devils and Sinners united. God help the poor bastards who crossed us.