Niran Unable to make it himself, Grumbler had made a simple request that I accompany his old lady to her prenatal appointment. If I hadn't, I would never have come across her, a woman broken in only ways a woman could break. Someone who desperately needed a friend in her corner I had to use a truck when I visited her, which meant I wasn't wearing a cut. She didn't know I was a biker. Saffie's past was darker than I'd ever expected, and now I became embroiled in the thick of it. I'm fully prepared to forfeit my life if it means I save hers, but I have no idea how I'm going to achieve that objective. I made her hate me. But I'd do it again in a heartbeat Saffie I'm a woman on the run from my past, a past so horrific I'm surprised I survived. I thought I'd known the worst that life could throw at me, but I was sadly very wrong. When Niran came across me, I was breaking apart, and nothing could put me back together. Nothing, perhaps, then this man who seemed determined to save me. I should have realised members of MCs share a bond, pacts make between clubs trumping all other loyalties. I need someone to be on my side, or else I'm going to die. Bikers are scum. No one should never trust them.