With the death of the president of Rebel Riders MC, there was bound to be some drama.

I knew there would be plenty of people trying to move in on our territory, sure that we wouldn't be ready for their attacks.

But I hadn't expected the fighting to start from within the club.

With two different men vying to lead the club and pressure coming on from outside the club, my plate was already full.

I was just supposed to make sure that Tara was safe, after she had arranged Ray's funeral for us.

Instead, she was quickly becoming one more thing that I just couldn't stop thinking about, on top of the club and everything else.

Had I committed to too many different things? Only time would tell.