Six months have passed since Harley left PTV, Ron and her love, Alexander, now she's just trying to move on, but putting the traumatic event that took place in California behind her, is easier said than done.She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison.Will Harley help them out and prove she IS a member of the family after all or is the outlaw biker lifestyle just not for her? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------WARNING for this book; It will contain triggering subjects such as sexual assault/rape and violence. This book WON'T be ''glorifying'' rape, however it is a big subject in the character background. If any of those issues are triggering to you, please don't read

Chapter Two The rest of the day went by pretty quickly considering I didn’t actually do much. Ryan had come home about half an hour ago, I made him dinner and he left me alone, so far, so good. I made an excuse to go to my room and he didn’t ask any questions. I decided to just watch some tv until it was late enough to go to bed. This was literally my life and it fucking sucked. I turned on Netflix and just found a random documentary to keep myself busy. It was only about 20 minutes in when I heard Ryan come up the stairs and I paused the TV and froze, Silently praying and begging that he wasn’t going to come in. I listened carefully, trying to work out where his footsteps were going. I hadn’t even realised I was holding my breath until I heard his bedroom door close

Chapter Four  I waited till Ryan went to bed… and then waited another hour or so until I was sure he was really asleep. I crept down the hallway and peeked into his room. He was snoring loudly, thankfully, he was definitely sleeping. Going back to my room, I looked at my bed. My suitcase packed with everything that actually meant something to me. I didn’t plan on coming back this time, so I didn’t want to worry about what I was leaving behind. On top of the case were my passport and the very little amount of money I had to my name…. And then the plane ticket. I had enough to get me to the airport and something to eat. I kept checking the clock, the flight out wasn’t for another 8 or so hours. I was defi

Chapter Six Pulling into the lot, It was strange not to see the massive row of familiar bikes. Sure, there was a couple, but I didn’t recognise any of them. It was weird being here knowing I wouldn’t be seeing Ron or Alex or Harry or Jackson or any of the other guys. ‘After you left, the guys recruited some of the members from other charters’. Jemma told me randomly. ‘After Pulp and Newbie died, they needed some new members and then once all the drama over their arrest, they needed to make sure their turf would be safe while they were inside.’ ‘How is everyone else handling it all?’ ‘We’re all doing what we can. The girls have their own jobs so they are supporting their families r

Chapter  Eight A few weeks have passed since I came back to PTV and not much has happened. Jemma and the girls go and see the guys every week.  Even though I didn’t make it obvious, whenever they came back, telling me all about how well they were doing and how great it was to see them, I was bitter. Very bitter and very jealous. Jemma still hasn’t shared what her plan actually was for getting the guys out of prison or why she needed me to help her… which was strange because she said I needed to come back as soon as possible and it just feels like we're all mooching around, wasting time... I tried asking a few times but she just kept telling me she was waiting on some information and then she was going to share it with everyone. It seemed weird but I