Falcon — A.M. Myers

Falcon Over my entire life, I always saw my fair share of action. I saw more of it than most between my time serving in the United States Marines, and being the Prez of the Deathstalkers MC. A good friend came to me and let me know Hermione was missing. Hermione, the owner of the local coffee shop, who I'd been friends with for years. I had a member of my club look into Hermione's electronic footprint, and I retraced every step. I knew I'd find her, because I didn't have another option. Lo and behold, I find her in the last place I expected her to be—in my enemy's clutches. Hermione My life has always been simple. I went to college, saved up money, and started my business. A motorcycle club came into my coffee shop and I didn't think anything of it. But, nothing about the men that came into my coffee shop was kind. Little did I know, I was lied to my entire life. The man I called my father wasn't actually my father. If that wasn't enough of a shock, the men who came into my shop took me with them. I only wanted one thing: to leave. But how was I going to do that? No one knew where I was . . . and after a while, I was convinced I would die there. Contains mature themes.