Destiny is formed from chaos . . .
My luck has run out.
Everything that I thought I was, all that I had, has been ripped away.
My ol’ lady is gone. My club is at war.
And my enemies? They’re closing in.
I’ve got nothing left.
The only thing keeping me from unleashing Hell is my daughter
and the young woman who stepped up, caring for her when I couldn’t.
Skyla is a club girl, a piece of property for the MC.
She’s not an ol’ lady.
But when my grief is too much, and I can’t function—she’s there.
When I can’t breathe because I’m consumed with vengeance,
she’s the only voice that brings me back from the darkness.
I shouldn’t want her.
My heart is gripped by rage, overcome with bitterness.
All I care about is unleashing the monster within.
The Reaper craves bloodshed, retribution, and DEATH.
But he craves Skyla too.
This Halloween, I’m letting him free to embrace the madness, the carnage.
The CHAOS.
I’ll become the grim Bastard I’ve always hidden until now.
And then I’ll take what I want and to Hell with the consequences.