KJ by Jeneveir Evans

My name is Kevin Jonathan James. When I was young, my dream had been to become a member of Angel’s Rebellion MC. I’d also wanted to go into law enforcement. An oxymoron if there ever was one. A biker who was in law enforcement. A 1%’er biker at that. With the help of Sarge, the Prez at the time, we’d made it work.

I have been a patched member in the MC since I was eighteen. I’ve worked in the sheriff’s department for the past twenty-five years, eleven of those as the sheriff. I’ve had a good run in law enforcement, only now I’m burned out. I’m ready to retire, to be with my Brothers, to live on the compound and be close to my family. There is nothing like the brotherhood of these men.

My life hasn’t been bad. I have three children that I am very proud of. My marriage? Yeah, different story there. Thankfully, that was over.
I think a man reaches a stage where he re-exams his life. I’ve hit mine. I’m forty-six. I have my kids. I’ve had a career that hasn’t turned out to be all that I wanted. I don’t have a woman. No prospects on the horizon either. I need a change. I need something to shake up the staid foundation of my world.

One opportune phone call gives me that and the person on the other end of the line rocks my world.