Chaotic Anger

My name is Ivy Davis, and I’m a slave.
A prisoner in my own skin.
Living in a world so thick with uncertainty, so filled with death, I can barely expand my lungs to catch a full breath.
The permanent bruises on my knees are a testimony to the life I live. Kneeling for the devil who has taken years off my life and the clothes off my back.
The shadow of captivity darkens my soul, to the point where freedom becomes just another storybook ending.
That is, until the day the world erupts, the life I’ve come to know crumbling at my feet as Aziel Macklin walks into my life, with eyes that could cut glass and a sneer so lethal, that dormant muscle beneath my breasts thumps for the first time in years.
Aziel Macklin, Vice President to The Seven Motorcycle Club.
The fact that they nickname him the Wrath should frighten me.
It does.
But, when choosing between one devil and the next.
I choose him.