Rough Riding by Ember Davis

REBEL
When people look at me, they make a whole slew of assumptions. I’m covered in tattoos, and I have RBF I can’t control. Then people find out my name and think they have me all figured out. There’s a lot about my vibe that screams IDGAF, but it just goes to show you that you shouldn’t judge people without getting to know them.
The assumptions people make about me are usually wrong. I’m pretty tame, don’t get a thrill from wild nights, and believe in the power of kindness. My most prized possession is my sewing machine with my glue gun as a close second. I’ve blazed through life while being different and it’s served me well.
A chance meeting with Monk when he picks up a cut that I’ve made for the DSMC defies all my expectations for my future. He’s huge and should be scary, but I can see the pain in his eyes. I’ll give him anything he wants if he lets me take away the pain of his past. He’s used to being the protector, but he has no idea how feral I can be when it comes to keeping his heart safe.

TYLER “MONK”
I live with nightmares and regrets. The only things that keep me going are my club and my art. My brothers have stood by my side during my darkest days and give me a reason to keep moving forward. Losing my sister has given my life a purpose, but I’d rather see her smile at me again.
Inking skin gives me an outlet and it’s the only time my soul soars anymore. Because there’s been too much loss. There’s been too much pain. I’ve given up on healing from the past, but then I meet Rebel when I’m the only one who can pick up the cut that she’s made for a prospect about to be patched in.
I haven’t been able to look at a woman and not think about the evil of men since my sister’s death, but I can’t look away from Rebel. She changes everything and makes the sun break through the clouds of my life. She’s mine. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll wear my ring, have my last name, and be carrying my baby.