They call me Snow.The Demented Sons MC is my family and I am their president.A short stint in the military after my brother's death taught me discipline, loyalty, and how to kill without remorse. But it did nothing for my guilt.My brother died because of me and my choices. I didn't deserve to be loved, nor did I want it. Casual sex was enough because I was married to my grief.After an out-of-town one night stand, I began to think I could be wrong. Too bad we'd decided no names.Then she showed up in my backyard, playing with fire hot enough to burn us all to the ground.