Kylelund “KO” O’Brien came to the Voodoo Troops MC to begin a new life. Filled with hate and anger, he has become a black cloud. He trusts no one outside of the club and refuses to bury his past. Instead, he lives an invisible life. No paper trails. And no names.
KO fell silent and slipped his arms tighter around Della.
She relaxed against him and ran her fingers over the rings he wore. Large silver designs domed above his knuckles creating skulls and letters wrapped three fingers on one hand and one on the other. Then her finger dropped to a smooth stone deep in purple surrounded by intricately carved metal detail. “Beautiful color.”
“Death.”
Della’s head snapped up. “Purple represents power.”
“Death is power. Power can be death.”
“I don’t quite understand.”
“Holding the decision of one’s life or death is power over them. Having that power can be a type of death for the holder and the pawn. The freedom of choice is taken away. No freedom, no life.” He looked at the ring. “This is a promise I made, even though that part of my life is dead.”
“But you still wear it.”
“A reminder of the power I have.”
