I was stolen as an infant and raised by my master, William Dupre’. For twenty years I was hidden inside a plantation home on the outskirts of Connard, Louisiana.
Stupidity killed William giving me my chance for freedom.
But where do I go when I have only known the walls of his home? When I have no friends and have never made contact with another person, other than my master and mistress.
I am a secret.
The outside world was only known to me through the movies I was granted access to.
I’ve only ever had contact with one man who treated me as his pet to do as he wished.
I chose to run without looking back. I stole into the night on a wing and a prayer with my book, a handful of bills and my rag doll, Jenny and a head full of hope.
I had to believe all of humanity was not like William and I was right.
But then I had to go and let my guard down one evening giving myself over like some sex starved fool, to the tattooed man who had strolled into the bar I was working at.
I was a coo yon, a stupid girl.
I had felt it in my bones that somethin’ was goin’ to be comin’. I didn’t know when, but dem bones of mine never lied to me. They always gave me a warnin’, a feelin’ in dem that left me to work the rest out for myself. I hadn’t had such a strong feelin’ seepin’ into them in a long time.
There was nothin’ much to be done but sit here in front of my comforting fire in my cozy livin’ room with my crochet until I be called upon.
And then it happens.
We talk. I lie a lot because I need to keep my identity a secret. I can’t let that personal information out. I lie about my name, because I gave my real name to a stranger today, and now I’m saddled with a damning letter.
Tonight I will be Sara, and she will help me move forward. I’m handing her the reins.
Dallas ‘Edge’ Masson
No longer a military soldier who served my country and saw unspeakable things, I now claim the title of the Soulless Bastards MC enforcer. I have my own way of serving the club, together with my little bag of tricks to enforce justice which is an art form to me, dolled out creatively and without conscience.
Sex and justice are the two things I understand and thrive on. I am a voyeur. Sex is hard and rough, just like my life started out, before I found the family who took me under their caring wing, who have now forgotten I exist.
If you are on my radar, be prepared to pay the ferryman, but sometimes things aren’t clear cut. Sometimes there is a grey area and that’s when things get royally f*cked up.
They say blood is thicker than water.
Well, that is debatable.
Never f*ck with the ferryman.
Contains adult situations which may offend and graphic violence, but it is one hell of a fictional ride. Strap yourself in. For mature aged readers 18 +.