Andi Rhodes

Joker… Skeletons and secrets. We all have them. They weigh on our souls, even when we try to fool ourselves and pretend they don’t. Since I was a kid I’ve carried a secret that haunts me, casting shadows of doubt over every relationship I have.

One night. That’s all it takes for a person’s life to forever be changed. One chaotic, unexpected, inevitable night and hundreds of bullets, two of them hitting my parents. I was born to be a Soulless King, born with sworn enemies and a loyal streak.

Slade…As an FBI agent, I’ve sworn to uphold the law, to protect the public from the monsters of society. As a man, I’ve sworn off love and relationships. Multiple failed marriages have made me cynical and uninterested in anything beyond meaningless one-night stands.

Revenge is supposed to be sweet, swift, but it’s never that simple. I’ve spent years craving it, and now that I’m finally in a position to make it happen, nothing can stop me. Enter one stripper that doesn’t fit in and everything changes.

I was raised around pinging slot machines and the jubilant shouts of middle-aged women who won any amount of money at the Devil’s Double Down casino. Beneath it all was the Devil’s Handmaidens Motorcycle Club: Atlantic City, NJ chapter.

Piston…As the VP of the Soulless Kings MC, I know what life has in store for me. Violence, blood, destruction… death. I’ll either die as a result of my sins or because my Harley turned on me. With all of the chaos that surrounds me, there is zero room for anything permanent, certainly not a woman.

I served my country and returned broken. Trying to fit the pieces back together, I built the Broken Rebel Brotherhood. We walked a fine line between right and wrong to protect those who had nowhere else to turn. I’d never mixed business with pleasure. That is, until her.

Everyone has a dark side, a part of them that they try to keep hidden. As President of the Black Savages MC, my darkness is a constant companion, one I embrace with open arms. But even I have limits. Sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong isn’t without consequences.

Everybody has them, including me, and mine run deeper than most. Not even my twin knows what I keep hidden. But life has a way of uncovering details and yanking them into the light for all the world to see.

Peppermint… My life has never been one of ease. Taken at fifteen, I was subjected to horrors better left in the dark, and then shunned by the people who were supposed to love me. Even with all that, I was one of the lucky ones.

There isn’t a person in the world who hasn’t committed a sin. Some sins are worse than others, but seven of them are deadly. But those seven worst of the worst? They’re what drive Saints Purgatory MC to keep fighting. Abyss… I spent a good chunk of my life working toward a career I never wanted.

I don’t have much in this world beyond The Devil’s Handmaidens MC, and I’ve always been okay with that. My sisters are my life, our mission my reason for being. But that all changes when a little boy chooses me to be his protector, to be his voice.

Saints Purgatory MC follows a club determined to rid the world of the seven deadly sins, even though it means becoming sinners themselves.

I loved her for years but she never loved me back. When she was taken, I snapped. Now she’s back and not herself. She’s an empty shell of the woman I knew. But I still love her. Her demons are many, and I want to slay every one. Problem is, she thinks she’s too broken.

There isn’t a person in the world who hasn’t committed a sin. Some sins are worse than others, but seven of them are deadly. But those seven worst of the worst? They’re what drive Saints Purgatory MC to keep fighting. Grim… They call me Grim, short for Grim Reaper.

There isn’t a person in the world who hasn’t committed a sin. Some sins are worse than others, but seven of them are deadly. But those seven worst of the worst? They’re what drive Saints Purgatory MC to keep fighting. Apple…

Aiden… I hate secrets. They ruin people’s lives and end relationships. Too bad I picked a job that’s full of clients with skeletons in their closet. None of that bothers me because I can compartmentalize. Keep the required boundaries intact. Until she shows up on my doorstep.

In my world, love doesn’t exist. At least not the healthy kind. But when we’re charged with eliminating a doctor with a tendency for sloth, everything changes. His patient barrels her way into my life and my heart, and I will stop at nothing to ensure she’s mine.