Property of Short by Manda Mellett

How did I get my name? Nah, let’s leave that story for another day. Fact is, at six foot seven, I’m the tallest member of the King’s of Anarchy Arizona chapter, with a physique to match my height. Men fear me just for my size alone.
My bulk didn’t save me when I and my companions were ambushed by our enemies. Left barely I alive, I was transported back to the club where I was subjected to the mercies of our on-call medic, who I hate with every bone in my body.
It was no secret that though his medical proficiency wasn’t in doubt, Doc had been struck off the practitioners’ register due to his more dubious activities with patients. With the Kings being his best customer now, we knew he’d treat us and keep his mouth shut.
Turns out we didn’t know the depths of the depravity in Doc’s past. Can we turn a blind eye? He’s an important asset to us, one we couldn’t replace easily. One especially necessary now we’re being targeted by another club.
Are there limits to what even the Kings of Anarchy can stomach?
After I got to know Bronwyn, I have a personal reason for wanting to prove where that line lies.