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Prologue

Asher

They say that everything in your life can change in just one second.

One tick in time in this big clock wheel we all live in.

And if you don’t believe it, you haven’t spent hours thinking about it.

And if you don’t believe it, you need to open your eyes.

Because that has happened to me quite a few times. Thirteen of them, to be exact.

The first time I saw a man drive by the single-wide trailer, we lived in on a motorcycle. He hadn’t been wearing a helmet, his long blonde hair was flying behind him. And there, at that moment, I told myself that I would buy a bike and drive it, which was why, at fifteen, I bought my first one by doing odd jobs here and there.

The second time, I had a revelation of sorts. I can’t tell you how the thought came to me, but it had. I had met a man named Stoney and Whit. From there, we formed Zagan MC.

The third time, a woman I had fucked came to me months after and told me she was pregnant. I wasn’t a fool, mind you, even though I was young, you can bet your ass I had a DNA test done.

The baby was mine.

The fourth, I held my daughter for the first time. I don’t recall the woman’s eyes who had placed my daughter in my arms. But I do recall the very first time I looked into my daughter’s face.She was a mini replica of me. And up until that point, I had never seen anything more beautiful.

The fifth time, well, I would get to that later in the story. There’s a person I need to tell all that to.

The sixth time was when I laid eyes on a young girl. And that time, well, that was when I hadn’t realized my entire life had changed in that one split second as she climbed out of her mother’s car.

The seventh time, well, that was when I realized my life had changed on that fateful day all those years later. And it was also when I realized I needed to have my head examined.

Because any man who is a man at all doesn’t check out a girl that isn’t legal.

But alas, I am a man. And we are stupid. We are assholes. We are dicks.

And we keep being assholes, dicks, shitheads, all the things, but we just hope and pray that the ones we love will keep all those things in mind when they outweigh the pros and cons of dealing with our sorry asses.

Which leads me to the eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth, and the thirteenth time my life changed in a second. And every single one of those, with the exception of one, involves one certain woman.

I thought that the greatest fear any man could ever have was having something that was the owner of their heart walking around in a world and being vulnerable.

But no. That’s not the greatest fear any man could ever have.

The greatest fear, in my opinion, is fucking something up and knowing without a shadow of a doubt that if you don’t repair and fix what you broke, well, then you might as well accept the fact that you will be a shell of your former self.

And all you will want is for the maker to call your sorry ass home.

See? Men can be stupid, assholes, dickheads, shitheads, you name it, we can definitely be it.

That is how my story is going to start.

But first, I want you to get to know how it all came to be.

That way, when you get to our story, you won’t think I’m a fucking creeper.

Chapter 1

Chloe – Past – Age 15

“Okay, now where is the party at again?” My mama asked.

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