Inferno Souls MC: The Debt of the Forbidden Four

Do you ever wonder how your life can change so drastically in a matter of minutes? I once thought I had the best life. I was surrounded by friends who protected me, a mother who loved me with all she had, and all the happiness in the world. All of that changed the day my mom announced that she was getting married. To a member of the Inferno Demons motorcycle club. It wasn't that I didn't like the club or my stepfather. In fact, I was the reason that they had met in the first place. It was what came after that shocked my world. I thought being step-siblings with one of the people I was closest to would be the best thing to ever happen to me, but it was the opposite. Overnight my life changed. My five biggest protectors and closest friends started shutting me out. I was ignored, forgotten, and pushed aside. But I never said a thing. I just took it all, hoping that things would go back to normal. Maybe they grew sick of me. Maybe I just didn't fit in with this biker lifestyle. I was growing accustomed to my new life, sort of, when things changed again. A father that I knew nothing about, whom I hadn't seen since I was too young to remember, had suddenly popped into my life. He was a stranger. Granted, he tried to visit me while he fought my mom for custody of me. I wish I had known that he had a snowball's chance in hell of winning that custody battle. I was promised I'd get to come home to see my mom. I was promised that my being forced to leave wasn't the end. I was promised that two years would fly by, and I might even have a little fun. I was promised numerous things. And all of them ended up empty. Nobody cared. Nobody checked on me. Nobody called, texted, or visited. Not that they would have been allowed to. My sperm donor (as I like to call him) had lied. Straight through his teeth. To all of us. Me, my mom, the judge, everyone. And he got away with it. For over a year I endured pain and abuse. I was beaten into submission. I was turned into someone who wasn't me. When I escaped the first time, I finally realized why no one had checked up on me. I thought that my mom would have been riddled with guilt, but… that wasn't the case. The lies my stepsister spread about me had gotten worse after I was forced to leave. Everyone took her side, including my mom. Of course, I was found again. Or rather, given back to avoid more drama. My mother handed me back to the man who was responsible for the black eye I had, the welts on my back, the… nightmares that I had. She handed me over like I was an object, and that was when I realized that there was no hope left for me. That was the day that the first crack formed in my heart. Despite all that I had been through, I still thought I had people who loved me. I thought I had five protectors who were waiting for me; I thought I had a mother who would have given her life for me; I thought that I had somewhere safe to go. But it was all a lie. I had been looking at life through rose-colored glasses, and now they were officially off. That crack spread slowly, oh, so slowly, but it was there. It started. It was too late. I had officially given up, but not in the docile sense. No, if anything, I became more of a problem. And that was what I wanted: to be a problem for everyone. Until I met him. For once, the noise in my head was quiet, the pain in my chest eased the slightest, and for the briefest of moments, I felt safe. He made me realize that’s what I had been craving. Safety. And he handed it to me on a silver platter. I should have chucked those rose-colored glasses the moment I took them off instead of holding onto them with the last sliver of hope I possessed. Maybe I would have seen the signs sooner. Maybe I would have picked up on the lies before that ring was on my finger. Maybe I could have avoided another disappointment in my life. But that would be too easy. That would be too nice. That would be… apparently not what I deserve. However, I was not going down this time. I was done being made a fool. I was done being abused. I was done being forced. So, I took one last shot. Just one more. If I died because of it, so be it, but if I survived… if I could really get far enough away… I could live. I could really live. I could start over. I could be free. But freedom always comes at a cost. I should have known I would be caught. I shouldn't have let five years of freedom get to my head. I should have been more careful. Because now I'm found again, but this time it wasn't my sperm donor who had found me, or my husband, or my mother. It was Karma, the president of the Inferno’s Demons MC, the boy who used to wipe my tears and bandage me up when I scraped my knees, and he looked pissed to see me. Why did Karma have to steal me away from my quiet life? Is he going to send me back to my sperm donor and husband? Do any of them even care? And why is he so pissed about a promise that they broke first? Welcome to the world of the Inferno’s Demons. Thank you so much for picking up my story! This book is incredibly close to my heart. It’s a journey about betrayal, the loss of innocence, and the grueling fight to find a version of "home" that doesn't hurt. I wanted to write a character who didn't just go through a hard time, but who was truly let down by the people she trusted most. We all have those moments where our "rose-colored glasses" come off, and this story is about what happens next—when you stop being the victim and start being the person who fights back. A few things to expect: • Emotional Intensity: This is a gritty MC romance. It deals with some heavy themes of abandonment and survival. • The "Protectors": You’re going to meet the five men who were supposed to be her world. I’d love to hear who you guys think is the most redeemable—or if they all deserve what’s coming. • Karma: He’s complicated, he’s intense, and he’s definitely not what she expected. I’ll be updating regularly, so please add this to your library and leave a comment! Your support means everything to me as I share this journey with you. Let’s see if Karma really is a... well, you know. 😉