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**Only suitable for adults over 18** Language, sexual situations, violence, adult themesTHE MASTERS MC #1 PROPERTY OF (2nd Edition) w/ PREQUEL--RIDING INTO HEAVEN "A riches to doo-rags story"The Masters MC-Origin Prequel RIDING INTO HEAVENCOLTKash and I grew up in the 1% world. It was all we knew, until the night we found out about BDSM. I decided on the spot that I needed to know more. After meeting Jordan Bishop I realized how much more there was to know.KASH I did some seriously messed up stuff that meant I had to leave L.A.. After a ride across country I was sittin' in a New York City biker bar with Colt and things started to get real. He introduced me to The Bishop. That's when my whole life changed. I couldn't believe we might actually get to make our little dream of a new kinda club come true. There had to be some kinda catch. They weren't gonna let us walk.COLTIt wasn't gonna be an easy way out for Kash and me. We knew it before we even sat down at my Pops' clubhouse for the talk with our dads. It was a crazy idea that couldn't have been further away from how we'd been raised. We'd always known they expected us to be the presidents of the Malevolent and the Vagabond Vipers-their clubs.It took one very big favor to get us out. We had to rescue Jessica from Hell so we could keep riding into Heaven.It was all worth it. No regrets.PROPERTY OF TUESDAYBecoming a debutante was not on the list of things I wanted to be in my life. I proved it to Mama and everyone else when I turned my back on the whole stupid thing. I couldn't get far enough away from my family's twisted roots, but I found out, it's not always so easy to outrun yourself. I'd been running on empty for a long time-from a future I didn't want, a past I didn't dare know, and fearing for my life. I suppose it was some kinda sign when I literally fell in front of Colt Daniels on that foggy, country road and he gave me a dusty ol' pair of boots. Maybe it was finally time to stop.COLTI hadn't had an ol' lady, submissive, or slave for a long time when I met that sassy little chick on the side of the road. She coulda killed us that day, and I still picked up the fiery stray and took her home. It was supposed to be quick-in and out-and she'd head on down the road. Then, she told me why she was flat on her face in the road and about the suit wearing psychopath she was runnin' from. I had to make her stay for her own good. I never thought she'd become my ol' lady or property. Not only did I have the huge task of makin' her understand the BDSM life, but I had to fight tooth and nail to teach her that not all family is blood and that some of the deepest roots are forged in leather, ink, and chrome.