The Sinners by A.R. Rose

Ridgewood, California.
What a waste of potential.
I would have never guessed that this small city would become my solace, but here we are.
Trying not to think of the love of your life every moment of every day is incredibly difficult. Such a fool I had been to think she was ever truly mine.
Joining a motorcycle club hadn’t been something I’d ever thought I’d do, but when approached, I found it hard to say no.
And if there is one thing I have learned from The Sinners, it is that blood doesn’t make you family, loyalty does.