Saint's no angel. He's grown up in the south side of LA and now runs it with the help of the Devil's Dust MC. With a loaded smirk and a dangerous trigger finger, any woman would be so lucky to be by his side.
However, his past leaves a thick layer of soot of lost dreams and he'd rather live the life of an outlaw than bother with the semantics of questioning them.
That is until Piper.
Piper's nightmares dance amongst her footsteps like a bad omen. Her need to be in control and have any man dance at her fingertips gives her the reputation as a tease, but she can't help herself. The memory of calloused palms bruising her skin fuel her to feel needed and loved by strangers.
Until fate catches up with her and everything is a darkened memory, and the long road to finding out who she was and is, lays in the hands of an outlaw who is anything but a Saint.
