β Scribed by A.C. Bextor
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
DIRTY.
A seemingly innocuous five letter word until you pull back the layers of its meaning.
Imprisoned in a small room within the walls of the Satan's Creed Motorcycle Club compound, Casey Richards struggles to survive the only life she was raised to know. Her mother, a club whore, and her father, an unknown outlaw sheβs never met, Caseyβs fate is all but sealed in the eyes of the club.
Foul. Unclean. Undesirable.
Trapped in a loveless marriage, and with no children of her own, Emma Carsen is the only living soul willing to fight for her niece, Casey. Sheβs all but given up on saving her until the one man sheβs longed to see again unexpectedly finds his way back to town and into her life.
Sordid. Vile. Unscrupulous.
Max Taylor, former-biker of a disbanded MC, has been holding onto reasons to avoid coming back to the small town he grew up in. The same ghosts that drove him away eventually force Max to find his way back. Now that he's home, he may be Caseyβs only chance for freedom.
Filthy. Hateful. Impure.
In order to get to Casey, Max must find a way to infiltrate the MC. Setting up a meet with Hoss, Satan's Creedβs President whoβs known for his depravity as much as his double-crossing ways, itβs made clear that forming an alliance is going to be more of a challenge than he expected. Now he must prove his loyalty to the club and in doing so, heβs forced to get his handsβ¦
DIRTY.
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