Kings of Anarchy MC, Florida

Tacoma

As the president of the Kings of Anarchy MC, I rule my club with an iron fist. When a deadly slip-up puts our club in jeopardy, I’m forced to call in a marker owed by the Miami Saints. I’m not sure what I expected when I asked them to send in their cleaner, but it wasn’t the sassy, irresistible fox and her pet raccoon that rocked up in an...

~Bane~
I live by a code—one that demands retribution for those who cross the Kings of Anarchy. When Cyber discovers we have a hacker siphoning money from our offshore accounts, I know they have to pay.
What I expect is to find some punk kid, not a tiny woman with a Louisville Slugger ready to take my head off.
Frankie Hayes thinks my club is the...