Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end. Every man and woman that lives on earth makes their mark on it while they're here. But some people leave an indentation...and Doc Marshall and his old lady Dallas were two of those people.Doc Marshall's beginnings were not humble. He was born with advantages that other people only wished for. But Doc didn't want the "things" that his father, a surgeon, worked so hard to give him. What Doc wanted was for his father to notice him. He wanted his father to realize that he was different, special even. By the time Doc was a teenager however, he'd given up on that...and he had realized that Landon Marshall's ambivalence toward him had actually been a blessing, because it left him determined to leave his own mark, his own legacy...people would remember his name someday, and not because he was Landon Marshall's son.Doc joined the army before he was old enough to vote. He saw unspeakable things in the jungles of Vietnam, and he used what he saw, and what he learned to prepare himself for what he wanted. Doc came back from the jungle with his sights set on becoming the president of a powerful MC...the Southside Skulls. He used his intelligence, his grit, and his focus, to make that happen quickly. By the time he was twenty-five...everyone knew his name. He was sitting on top of the world and it was his for the taking...then in walked Dallas Paxton, just to shake things up.Dallas grew up in the times of free-living and free-love. She was a hippie in almost every sense of the word. She loved hard and passionately, without holding back. Something about the MC president with the incredible blue eyes, crawled under her skin and burrowed in deep...and before their story was over, Dallas wouldn't be the same carefree, earth-loving, peace and love girl that she was before.Doc Marshall didn't make a lot of mistakes, but usually when he did, they were monumental. People might even whisper about them behind his back...but there was only one person on earth who had the balls to say it to his face, and that was Dallas. They loved passionately, they fought passionately, they lived passionately. They built an empire together, one they would leave for their son, Dax.This is their story. The beginning and the middle. The question that begs to be answered is...who will remain standing in the end?Join Doc, Dallas, the early Southside Skulls and their offspring for a wild, tumultuous, passionate ride that will leave you breathless...and aching for more.