I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC, #2)

by C.M. Stunich

to survive, you can pretend, you can lie, and you can swallow back the blood until you find an opportunity for attack.

In club culture, the club comes first. Always. Forever. No matter what. It comes before wives and daughters, sons and cousins and grandparents and best friends. The club is life. The men are each other’s brothers in a way that marks the rest of the world secondary. Loyalty comes first and is prized above all else. Disloyalty is punished by death.

Road captain is more like being a fixer, someone who watches political lines and is very, very careful not to cross them. Sin’s job is to scout routes for the club to travel on, ways to get to rallies, ways to meet with potential clients or negotiations with enemies. He picks what roads they ride on, what hotels they sleep in, even what bars they drink in. In our world, if you visit the wrong bar or you fly colors on the wrong street, it can be akin to a declaration of war. It can get people killed. It can destroy allegiances. Don’t park in front of the wrong clubhouse, don’t travel on the wrong road after dark, don’t piss anybody off. That’s his job. It requires an attention to detail that’s staggering.

love isn’t about simply giving the other person what they want. Sometimes, it’s about denying them their sip of poison.

permission from a place of submission is often just coercion at its finest.

I also know that love doesn’t mean giving into every single thing a person wants. Sometimes, you have to push back or say no.