My fate was not easy. I'll tell you right away. My life is not very pretty. I don’t fit into the generally accepted framework of morality that most people adhere to, and I don’t strive to do so—I live outside the boundaries. The Sons of the Templars motorcycle club, social outcasts, is where I found my place. The life they led gave me everything I wanted and everything I needed. But most importantly, they gave me what I had been missing for over a decade—a family. A place to belong. Club girl is my title. There were other words to describe who I was, but I preferred the less derogatory version. Of course, I would like to become an “old lady”. This is my dream. But like a girl who escaped into a fantasy world when life got too stressful, I knew the difference between dreams and reality. I have come to terms with the fact that I will always belong to this club. That didn't mean I didn't long for one particular man to claim me. To hop on the back of a bike and ride off into the sunset with the man who captured my heart the first day I saw him—Hansen. The dream that he would finally see me and make me his existed solely in Macy's fantasy world. Still. Until somehow my world of fantasy and the world of reality collided, and he looked at me the way I had been dreaming for a whole year. Fairy tales usually have a beautiful and happy ending, as soon as the hero and heroine come to their senses. I didn't live in a fairy tale. Hansen was not a hero in the traditional sense, and I was not at all like a heroine. I was afraid that the past would control my future. That my life beyond will turn from confusing to complete disaster.