If you cross Styx, you might end up in hell.

Chelsea "Styx" Reeves has everything she needs in life, her MC sisters, her band, and no distractions from trying to rid her city of the flesh-peddling scum that plagues it.

She can do without the vulture who gave birth to her, but even she serves a purpose in the Shadow Angels' plans.

What doesn't fit into her world is a man. Especially one with an irresistible mouth, a chip on his shoulder, and a secret that could muck up everything.

What's life without a little shake-up?

And Styx's is about to register at least a 5.7 on the Richter scale.