My name is Betty Wright – but for fifteen years, I was known as “Big Bertha” – the roughest, toughest, baddest biker bitch in history, and Queen Bee of the legendary Knuckleheads Motorcycle Club.
I’d ridden a million miles or more as matriarch to America’s most notorious biker gang. If my lover, Coyle, was the swinging dipstick of the Knuckleheads, I was their big, beating heart.
Together, we scooped up broken veterans, wounded warriors, and lost souls – and gave them new life and purpose as we rode the highways and byways of America’s southwest. I’d loved every minute of it.
But no ride lasts forever, right?
One day, almost like waking from a dream, I realized the ride of my life was over. The Knuckleheads had disbanded, Coyle had retired, and suddenly I was back to being plain, old “Betty” – trapped in the same kind of suburban prison I’d once desperately tried to run away from.
I’d come full circle – only fifteen years older, tired and tattooed, and with nothing to show for it all except one, specific regret:
In becoming Queen Bee, I’d turned my back on the only two men who’d ever really loved me: Knuckleheads Rob “Rooker” Hagen, and Garret “Bowser” Barone.
I thought I’d lost them forever.
But sometimes, when you least expect it, you get a second chance.
When the remaining Knuckleheads come pounding on my door, begging for my help, I know this is my one, last shot at happiness. They need me to take one last ride – to save Rooker and Bowser from ruthless gunmen in the wilderness of Montana – and I’m the only girl with the stones to do it…
It might be a suicide mission – but those two men are worth it even if it is.
All my life, I’ve followed my head instead of my heart. Now, it’s time to take one last shot at love.
After all, it might be the only thing that keeps the three of us alive.
Note: This is a standalone story.