Rock Bottom — Manda Mellett

Rock

Rock I've committed the ultimate crime. To repay my gambling debts, I've stolen from my MC. Now, I'm out in bad standing.
Cast adrift from all men I called Brother, I approach a rival MC. They let me join on the basis I share all the information about my previous club. In other words, they want me to help them take out the Satan's Devils. What option have I got? I can't ride alone, and no other club would take me.

Having to start from the bottom as a prospect is a shit job, but I'm just grateful they've given me a new home. It's not as if I don't know what I have to do to get my patch.

The Chaos Riders are a completely different type of club to what I'm used to. As I betray the Devils, I slowly learn their secrets. Including what they keep in the cellar.

Becca

I'm held captive. Kept chained in this filthy place which reeks of blood. I can't remember the last time I showered or had a change of clothes, and I'm fed only enough to keep me alive. My sentence to remain here for thirty-six months until my husband is released from prison.

I'm not going to last.

They feed me twice a day and empty my disgusting bucket only once. The same unsympathetic man each time. Until, one morning, a new man appears. Do I read sympathy in his eyes? Will he help me? Or is getting his patch and becoming a member of this hateful motorcycle club more important than helping me?