Truck Stopped: Satans Devils MC #11

Truck Badly burned and injured I've lost everything. I can't fight fires anymore, or even ride my bike. I brood, alone. I even have thoughts of ending my life. What have I got to live for? That was when I hit my lowest point and began to want to fight back. I couldn't do it alone, but never expected the person who'd be a friend to me would be Allie. Was she like the rest of the sweet butts willing to do anything to become a biker's old lady? Had she sunk her claws into me because she thought I was easy? Was she ignoring my scars just so I'd patch her? Was she encouraging me back to the club for her interests or for mine? Could I move past the fact all my brothers had known her intimately? Allie I enjoy sex. I'm not going to apologise for that. But Truck? He was different. It wasn't just getting off with him, it had been something else. Something I wanted to explore. Before I got my chance he'd gone, and hadn't returned, or at least, not as the man he once was. The club wants him back, so I volunteered to try to reach him. My heart shattered when I found him scarred, broken and angry, but I wouldn't let him push me away. He needed a friend and I could be that. I can't hope for anything more. Biker's never fall for sweet butts, do they?