Mad Bell

There were only two things in life that made me happy: my bike and cooking.

Yeah, it might have been a kitchen in the back of a bar, but I took pride in every burger and plate of wings I sent out.

Cooking, riding, and the club were the only things that kept me going, which was perfect. Somehow, I'd found a home with the Steel Paragons MC. They'd taken me despite my constant scowl, hermit tendencies, and constant irritation about everything.

It was a simple life, but it was mine.

And it was perfect until she started working there.

She was a thorn in my side with her mischievous smile and glint in her eye that always gave away the fact that she was plotting the next way to mess with me.

My sanctuary had been turned into a nightmare.

But then… things got weird. Really weird.

And I didn't know if I should take her out on a date or get on my bike and chase the sun until it set on the opposite coast.