Character List
To avoid spoilers this list only includes the characters mentioned in the previous books
BFMC Members:
Trip Davis – President – Son of Buck Davis, half-brother to Sig, mother is Tammy, Runs Buck You Recovery
Sig Stevens – Vice President – Son of Buck Davis, mother is Silvia, three years younger than Trip, helps run Buck You Recovery
Judge (Judd Scott) – Sgt at Arms - Father (Ox) was an Original, owns Justice Bail Bonds
Deacon Edwards – Treasurer – Judge’s cousin, Skip Tracer/Bounty Hunter at Justice Bail Bonds
Cage (Chris Dietrich) – Road Captain – Dutch’s youngest son, mechanic at Dutch’s Garage
Ozzy (Thomas Oswald) – Secretary – Original – manages club-owned The Grove Inn.
Rook (Randy Dietrich) – Dutch’s oldest son, mechanic at Dutch’s Garage
Dutch (David Dietrich) – Original – Owns Dutch’s Garage, sons: Cage & Rook
Dodge – Manager at Crazy Pete’s Bar, did time with Rook in jail
Whip – Mechanic at Dutch’s Garage (formerly known as the prospect Sparky)
Rev (Mickey Rivers) – Mechanic at Dutch’s Garage (formerly known as the prospect Mouse)
Shade (Julian Bennett) – Works at Tioga Pet Crematorium (formerly known as the prospect Shady)
Easy – Works at Tioga Pet Crematorium
Tater Tot – Prospect – Works at Crazy Pete’s
Possum – Prospect – Works at Crazy Pete’s
Castle - Prospect
Scar - Prospect
Bones – Prospect
Ol’ Ladies:
Stella – Trip’s ol’ lady - Crazy Pete’s daughter, owns Crazy Pete’s Bar
Autumn (Red) – Sig’s ol’ lady – Accountant for the club’s businesses
Cassidy (Cassie) – Judge’s ol’ lady – Manages Tioga Pet Crematorium
Reese – Deacon’s ol’ lady – Civil law attorney
Jemma – Cage’s ol’ lady – Hospice Nurse, Judge’s younger sister
Chelle (Rachelle) – Shade’s ol’ lady – Elementary school librarian
Jet Bryson – Rook’s ol’ lady – Works at Justice Bail Bonds, Adam Bryson’s sister
Former Originals:
Buck Davis – President – Deceased, Trip & Sig’s father
Ox – Sgt at Arms – Deceased, Judge & Jemma’s father
Crazy Pete – Treasurer – Deceased, Stella’s father
Others:
Tessa – Trip’s younger sister, Cage and Jemma’s house mouse
Reilly – Reese’s sister, works at Dutch’s Garage
Henry (Ry) – Judge’s son
Daisy – Cassie’s daughter
Syn Stevens – Sig’s half-sister
Saylor – Rev’s sister, Judge and Cassie’s house mouse
Dyna – Cage’s daughter
Josie (Josephine) – Chelle’s younger daughter
Maddie (Madison) – Chelle’s older daughter
Jude – 12 yro rescued by Shade, Shade & Chelle’s adopted son
Silvia Stevens – Sig’s mother, Razor’s former ol’ lady
Tammy Davis – Trip’s mother, Buck’s former ol’ lady
Bebe Dietrich – Cage & Rook’s mother, Dutch’s former ol’ lady
Clyde Davis – Buck’s father, Trip & Sig’s grandfather, deceased
Lizzy/Billie/Angel/Amber/Crystal/Brandy – Sweet butts
Max Bryson – Chief of Police – Manning Grove PD, Bryson brother
Marc Bryson – Corporal – Manning Grove PD, Bryson brother
Matt Bryson – Officer – Manning Grove PD, Bryson brother
Adam Bryson – Officer – Manning Grove PD, Bryson’s cousin, Teddy’s husband
Leah Bryson – Officer – Manning Grove PD, Marc’s wife
Tommy Dunn – Officer – Manning Grove PD
Teddy Sullivan – Owner Manes on Main, Adam Bryson’s husband
Amanda Bryson – Max’s wife, owner Boneyard Bakery
Carly Bryson – Matt’s wife, OB/GYN doctor
Levi Bryson – Adopted son of Matt & Carly Bryson (birth mother: Autumn)
Prologue
For I have sinned
He hated it.
Hated her.
Hated them.
All of them. Every last one.
He hated kneeling.
He hated praying.
He hated the endless drone of their voices.
He even hated the ten wooden chairs that formed a circle around him.
In those chairs sat his mother and nine other women from their church. When the women had entered the room, they refused to look at him and his mother demanded he keep his eyes lowered to the open book in his hand.
Why?
Because Michael was a sinner.
His spine, from his tailbone to the top of his neck, felt ready to splinter.
The skin on his bare knees was about to split open from kneeling on the stack of wooden rulers.
His muscles cramped from keeping perfectly still so the bible balanced on his head wouldn’t tumble to the floor.
His arms trembled from holding the “good book” open in his hands.
He wasn’t allowed to move except to turn the wafer-thin pages.
His mouth moved as he followed along with the passage but not one word escaped. His eyes didn’t need to focus on the tiny print on the well-worn pages because he had been forced to read the bible so many times he knew the passage by heart.
Not that this particular scripture meant anything to him. It didn’t.
Because he was a sinner.
He was born one.
He would die one.
And in between, he planned on living a life full of sin.
Keeping his head tipped down to hide it, one corner of his upper lip pulled up into a sneer.
He would remain in the center of that circle surrounded by these women and their monotone voices until the elder, the one who looked like a walking corpse, decided he had atoned for his latest transgression.
In the meantime, if he dropped the bible, he’d get ten lashes. If he stood without permission, he’d get twenty. If he told them all to fuck off, he had no idea how many lashes he’d be blessed with, but a bar of soap would be forced into his mouth, and he’d be locked in his room without supper. To think about his inexcusable actions, he would have to sit in a wooden chair with his hands in his lap, his feet flat on the floor while he continued to pray and ask for forgiveness until his father came home.