RBMC: Baltimore
Knights of Retribution MC


Book One

Bet on Me


My Prez thinks I betrayed his trust . . . but I didn’t.

I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I went to the one person who just might believe my ass – the national charter Prez, Rancid. Fortunately for me, he believed every word I told him and had me lay low for a while.

The plan he made was foolish at best and got me in deeper shit than I was in before. Now that Rancid’s gone, our new national charter Prez, Jameson having me patch into another charter. One where I’ll be free to be who I am. What a load of shit that is. Or at least, it’s what I thought.

I’m a dead man, but none of it matters when my eyes see the one thing I’d gamble with.


Book Two

Rely on Me


I swore an oath; to protect not only the club, but the woman in charge. She never knew the way I felt about her, not that I had a chance.

After Dog was killed she moved on with the fresh blood in the club.

I hated it, but I had to accept it. After all, when Gamble made up her mind there wasn’t anyone who’d make her think otherwise.

A bit of time has come and gone and we’re facing bigger threats than we ever did before. We knew of some enemies and now more are coming out of the woodwork. A few are trying to have Baltimore be where they build their empires. They’re simple turf wars, shit we can handle.

But one enemy is someone we weren’t expecting. They knew a secret we kept hidden very well, the paternity of Gamble’s daughter.

There are rules in this life, and you just don’t cross some. Well, our enemies didn’t care. They crossed it, and now the youngest person in our charter might not make it through.

They were supposed to rely on me. How can they do that now?

The better question is — how will anyone ever be able to again?

Book Three

Wait on Me


I’ve never been the type of man who begs. While I can say for certain I’ve been the type to grovel . . . I wouldn’t get on my knees for any woman–except her. 

The one who made me forget about all the darkness in the world.

The same one who said no when I asked her the most important question of my life. 

She’s the one who got away, and now she’s the one in danger. I shouldn’t give a damn about Marisole . . . but I can’t stop myself from running to her rescue.

She got mixed up with the wrong people and they happen to be our number one threat. The Beasts of Brutality MC.  

Even now, I’ve never stopped loving her, and I never will. I might not be sure of lots of things in this life, but I’m damn certain I’ll be the one pulling her from their evil clutches.

Book Three

Hate on Me


What do you do when you loathe someones mere existence? Well, in most cases I handle ’em. Only problem is this isn’t someone I can slam my fist into. Why, you might ask . . . ’cause she’s a woman.

Her name embodies beauty, tranquility and peace but let me tell you, no way in hell does this bitch do anything but stir up trouble.

Flora has been with the club for a few months now and I curse the day Mammoth brought her back from Puerto Rico. She’s constantly hating on me, riling me up in every way possible at any opportune moment.

When she disrespects me in front of the club I lose it. There’s no way I can keep caging the animal within me. It’s the last straw and she knows it.

I’ll show her she needs to be a good girl, one way or another.