almost a whisper by priscilla masters

I was Ace.

Prez’s Road Captain.

His enforcer.

His right hand in the Desert Vipers MC.

For ten years, my loyalty was absolute, my fight fierce, my place by his side unquestioned.

Then Izzy rolled in on the back of his Harley.

Small, innocent, everything I wasn’t.

And suddenly, my world shifted.

Her shy smiles and polished words began to poison everything.

I, who’d bled for this club, for him, was suddenly "too rough around the edges."

Demoted from his bed, then from my position, replaced by a delicate painting and a whispered lie.