I am Dressed in Sin

What sort of girl steals a motorcycle from outlaws? What sort of girl blooms in the face of danger, like a rose with thorns? I'm the queen to a dirty throne of men and mania, a dissenter that's supposed to be a quiet accomplice to the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. The four wicked men I've summoned are like the Horsemen of the Apocalypse-albeit dressed in leather and riding chrome stallions-and I'm the last judgement, bringing the end of the world as the club knows it. Only, it's with my own hands bathed in blood and betrayal.They've always been wrong for me.But every motorcycle club has its secrets.These guys ... they're owned by one.They're owned by me.