Who Are The Main Characters In 'Drop A Gear And Disappear'?

“You’ve never had two naked men make you the center of all of their attention?” Drake said. “Never had two men worship you with every single inch of their bodies?” “Never been sandwiched between two huge, hard guys?” Dux said. “Never been kissed and touched by two sets of hands and lips?” “No,” she whispered. “Never.” “Is that something you’d like?” Dux’s voice was getting even deeper, even darker. “Something you’d want to experience?” **** Dux and Drake Keeler are ex–Road Devils MC enforcers, twins who live fast, fight dirty, and love without limits. Fresh off a brutal raid on a cult compound, they’re tearing across the country with one goal: protect what’s theirs. And lately, that’s Briley. The brothers are equal parts savage and irreverent, bound by blood and an unbreakable rule: they share everything. Including desire. They want Briley in their world, their arms, their bed, and they’re unapologetic about it. Briley Cross is still reeling from surviving a cult and killing its leader. The twins offer her a new start, and something far more dangerous: devotion from two men who make her the center of everything. It’s tempting. Terrifying. Irresistible. But when enemies of the Road Devils go to war, Briley becomes the target. As Dux and Drake unleash hell to save her, she’s carrying a secret that could change all their lives...if they survive long enough to claim it.

Good girls and Bikers don't mix just like oil and water don't mix. Nothing similar, nothing in common, just different worlds and personalities. But what if they cross paths and end up having an inexplicable and perfect chemistry? Carl and Adrian are the two most popular bikers and rivals in college, each with a unique personality. Amanda is a medical student—intelligent, introverted, and a bit of a nerd. One night at a club, Amanda, in her drunken state, kissed Carl and accidentally broke his phone. To make amends, Carl asks her to work at his motorcycle club to cover the repair costs. What happens when Carl, who has always been distant and uninterested in women, finds himself falling for her? Adrian placed a bet with his friend to win her heart and ditch her at the end but what happens when he starts getting infatuated with her? Watch how a nerdy Amanda draws the attention of two rugged famous bikers who are rivals in college. She discovers some secrets in her entanglement with them and learns about her past, but when she crosses paths with new enemies as a result of being with the bikers, will she end it all or endure the hardships just to be with them?

Eva never wanted this life—the roar of engines, the scent of leather and gasoline, the weight of her father's legacy crushing her shoulders. As the only daughter of the Crimson Reapers' president, she's spent years trying to escape the MC world. But when a bloody turf war threatens to destroy both her father's club and the rival Steel Vipers, there's only one way to broker peace: a union sealed in chrome and rebellion. Albert, the ruthless VP of the Steel Vipers, is everything Eva despises—violent, arrogant, and dangerously magnetic. He's got sins tattooed on his knuckles and vengeance carved into his soul. The arranged marriage is a cage for them both, a business deal written in bad blood and broken promises. She's supposed to be his old lady. He's supposed to be her protection. Instead, they're gasoline and matches—combustible, toxic, and one spark away from burning everything down. But as enemies close in and betrayal bleeds through both clubs, Eva and Albert discover that the line between hate and hunger is thinner than they thought.

At the World Rally Championship Final, my fiancee, Brielle Fuller, deliberately gave me the wrong turn call. Because of her, I lost the championship. Right there on the spot, she called off our engagement and ran straight into the arms of my rival, Chase Monroe. Just when I thought I'd lost everything, my childhood friend, Naomi Sutton, proposed to me. "It's okay. To me, you'll always be number one." Seven years later, I rebuilt my career and fought my way back to the top. Just as I was preparing to break Chase's championship record, a brake failure sent my car plunging off a mountainside. While drifting in and out of consciousness at the hospital, I overheard a conversation outside my room. "You're ruthless. You actually did something like this. Weren't you afraid he might die?" "If he dies, so be it. The only person I've ever loved is Chase. I only regret that you married him before I could. Otherwise I wouldn't have had to put myself through that all these years." I stared wide-eyed into the darkness. The love I thought was so deep was nothing more than wishful thinking. If they cared so much about Chase, then maybe I should disappear.

"Quinn, I accidentally hit someone when I was driving earlier. I think… I think it was your son!" The day after my friend, Owen Jolin, gets his driving license, he insists on driving to the kindergarten to pick up his son by himself. I advise him to spend a few more days practicing his driving skills, seeing as that road is always packed with trucks. But he just rolls his eyes at me. "Don't worry about me. I'm super good at driving, you know!" After that, he stomps on the gas pedal and speeds away in his car. But a short while later, he calls me on the phone, and he sounds extremely frightened. He tells me that he has hit someone outside the kindergarten. He said the child is completely drenched in blood, and he somehow looks like my son, Elliot Shelby. I'm stunned, to say the least. Elliot has come down with a fever today, so he's skipped school for the day. Then… who on earth did Owen kill?

At a highway service area, the man parked in the next space points under his van and shouts that it's leaking fuel and is about to explode. I am a veteran auto mechanic with ten years of experience. Without hesitation, I slide under the vehicle and, within ten seconds, clamp off the fuel line. The moment I crawl back out, I catch the smell of mineral water. The owner, Billy Dickson, immediately pulls out his phone and starts a livestream while several of his accomplices pin me against the hood. "Watch this, everyone! We set the perfect trap and caught a gang of catalytic converter thieves! See how smoothly he got under the chassis? He's obviously a repeat offender. Every missing part at this service area has to be his doing!" Covered in dirt and grease, I try to explain to the crowd that I only cut the line because I thought the vehicle was about to catch fire and endanger everyone nearby. Billy spits a thick wad of phlegm right onto my shoe. "Who asked you to stick your nose into my business? You crawled under my van because you wanted to steal parts! Either you pay for a brand-new vehicle today, or I'll hand you over to the police and make sure you rot in prison!" Not wanting to delay getting my wife, who's about to go into labor, to the hospital, I grit my teeth and transfer them 20,000 dollars to settle the matter privately. Three days later, on a long downhill stretch of a winding mountain road, Billy's van completely loses its brakes. Black smoke pours from the tires. He recognizes my car and frantically blares the horn. Rolling down his window, he begs me to tell him how to survive. I simply press down on the accelerator and widen the distance between us, my face completely expressionless. "Back for another livestream to chase views? Give me a break. To prove I'm not a car thief, I already threw my wrenches into the river. You'll have to figure out for yourself how to jump out of the van."