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Summary: (AU) – Catherine Chandler lost her brother, Zach, to The Ryders MC biker club as a young child. All grown up, she is New York's favorite undercover officer and PI. Once she takes her vacation, her work doesn't stop there. She returns to Falling Spring, West Virginia where it all began, to exact revenge on the biker gang. What she doesn't bargain for is Vincent, also known as Beast—the newly-elected vice-president of the gang and Zach's best friend. When Catherine and Vincent come face-to-face, the sparks are immediate, and Catherine finds herself torn between exacting vengeance for her shattered past, and an uncertain future in the arms of a biker bad boy.

Warning:This story contains explicit language, graphic sexual adult content, gang violence, and drug usage. If you DO NOT wish to read any of the named above, then I advise that you not read this story at all.

A/N: Hey beasties! I'm back with a new story based off a short MC story I read on the internet. I thought that this would be something new for you all to (hopefully) enjoy lol. I do ask that if you do not like the story, to please keep cruel harsh comments to yourselves, because I will delete your review and move on. If you are upset about certain parts, PM me and tell me. This is just my mind playing around with the characters from the show that I love. This story is strictly in Catherine's POV! And no, it is not similar to Sons of Anarchy. This is surprisingly a love story ;)

-Prologue-

When people you love suffer, you become willing to do just about anything to save them. Well, that is exactly how my brother, Zach, was...

Ya' know, he and I were pretty close growing up, despite the five year difference between us. Some would even go as far as to say that we were inseparable. He was my rock, my shoulder to cry on, always had my back, and he was the one who took care of me.

My life started falling apart when I became seven. By that time, our mother had become ill with cancer. It was a difficult time on our dad as he still had to work, and help raise us kids while taking care of mom. She went through treatments and took medication, but nothing seemed to help.

In order to keep up with the costs of living, plus my mother's doctor's bills, dad picked up a secondary job, which in return meant that he was away from us more than we truly wanted. That's where Zach came in. At the age of twelve, he helped my mother raise me. He actually had more grown-up responsibilities than most twelve-year-olds ever had to accomplish in their entire lives. But no, not Zach. He was never given an option.

I am still in awe of him for everything he accomplished at such a young age. I knew that I could never amount up to him, nor did I ever try.

As years passed, my mother became worse, and eventually was bedridden. That's when all of the pressure was laid down onto Zach. Which at first, he didn't seem to mind no more than I did. It was nice hanging out with my brother, and it helped distract me from the real issues floating around me.

At fifteen, Zach had took a whole knew attitude on life. He had met a boy around the same age as him that they called Beast. I honestly have no idea why exactly they called him Beast, but hey, it's whatever I guess. They instantly became friends, and Zach spent most of his time after school to hang out with his new friends. In a way, it broke my heart. I missed having my brother around.

Ah, Beast. Such a strange human being. I learned that he came from a background of the proverbial "wrong side of the tracks" kind of people. His father was the president of Falling Springs' most feared MC biker gangs, the Ryders.

The Ryders were known as outlaws, or in a better term, "one-percenters". They were the type of bikers that didn't follow any laws. In fact, they made up their own, their own codes even, all rebellious to the point that even the Falling Springs Police Department lost control over the crimes the gang had committed. Honestly, the police feared them just as much as the town people do. And if you were smart, you would avoid them at all costs.

Anyways, Beast—well, Vincent Keller is his real name—was arrogant, rude and mean. I couldn't really understand what Zach saw in him as a friend. That boy reeked of trouble the moment I met him. I didn't see him around much, but when I did, he gave me the creeps.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Vincent and my brother became inseparable. It became obvious that Beast was kind of like a release valve for my brother as my mother's health worsened. Eventually, Zach began neglecting his duties at home to go hang out with Vincent and the few other guys that followed around with them. And finally, Zach stopped returning home altogether.

But when he did come home about a week later, him and dad got into a heated argument and Zach left to go live with Vincent and his family. My heart completely shattered when he did, and it totally crushed my mother and father.

June 14th, 1999. The day my brother turned twenty-one years old, and the day that forever haunts me in my sleep...

I can remember it like it was yesterday. The sun was warm and bright, the breeze was calm and comforting. Not a cloud could be spotted in the sky. I was around sixteen years old. I was sitting on the front porch, eating an apple while I read a Nancy Drew novel. I was trying to burn time because I knew Zach would be there soon to visit since it was his birthday. He had made a habit to come visit often, especially since mother had seemed to be doing much better.

The sudden roar of a motorcycle pulling up in front of the house flooded my ears, causing my head to shoot up as I smiled. What I had thought was my brother, turned out to be none other than Vincent "Beast" Keller standing before me.

I gasped, surprised that Vincent was even there. All I remember is my father had burst out the door, and Vincent looked up with crossed arms, leaning on his bike in a cool stance, then I heard him sigh heavily.

Then it hit me. Vincent and Zach never rode their motorcycles without the other. They were inseparable, like brothers almost. That's when I knew that something was terribly wrong.

"Catherine, why don't you go inside and check on your mother." Dad said calmly. But the reality of it all was that I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to hear what Vincent was going to say. But if he wanted me to hear it, then he would have said it already. So I nodded my head and turned to head inside.

After what seemed like hours later, my father returned inside and the muffled sound of a motorcycle revved up and took off. My dad looked distraught. Upset. And slightly broken. I closed my eyes and covered my mouth as shuddering sobs began to take over me.

"H-He said that he died with dignity for his... brethren in the club." my dad managed to get out. "How will I tell your mother?" he added, falling to his knees, bursting into tears. "It will kill her." he whispers.

My mother took it really rough hearing about Zach's death and slipped into a deep depression. Her cancer spread and she stopped taking her medication as well as she refused further treatments. She wouldn't get out of bed, or the house. She wouldn't eat, or drink anything. And a few weeks after losing my brother, we had to bury my mother too.

Dad couldn't take it anymore. He was slowly losing his mind. He wanted to get out of Falling Springs, and far away from West Virginia. So he put the house up on the market and about year after, we moved up North to New York City.

He began drinking the moment we moved to New York, and he drunk very heavily. Most evenings, I would return home with him past out on the couch with an empty bourbon bottle in his hand. I guess it was a way for him to cope the deaths of my mother and brother. Deep down, I knew that he didn't want to be in this life anymore, but I was the reason he stayed. We only had each other. It was us against the world.

I finished high school, college, and grad school there. I didn't make any friends because I didn't want people to question me about my upbringing. It made life more tolerable that way, and I never had to answer to anybody.

I lost my father the year I graduated law school. He was out driving while drunk and hit a rather large tree head-on. He was thrown out of the windshield. The police said that he had died a quick death, unpainfully because his neck snapped in two. Surprisingly, I couldn't seem to manage a single tear. Heartless? Perhaps you are right. Honestly, I was devastated, but it was like I had ran out of tears to shed, like I had somehow dried completely out.

And all that was left was me. I was alone, and it was all because of that damn stupid biker gang! They did this to me, to Zach, to my mother, and my dad. If they hadn't have took Zach away from us, my mother would have continued fighting her cancer. Without my mother, my father began drinking heavily which later killed him in a fatal car accident.

Twelve years after my brothers death, I am New York's youngest PI and undercover officer at twenty-eight years old. And now that I have everything I need to take down West Virginia's most rebellious biker gang, I plan on giving the Ryders MC exactly what they deserve.

Blood, for blood.

Yes, I will stop at nothing until all of the members of the biker gang are dead. Only then will I be able to let everything go. And I plan on doing exactly that while on vacation at work. In fact, I'm heading back to Falling Springs first thing in the morning.

**Sorry that, that was sort of boring and short. This needed to be posted though so you can get an ideal of how desperate Catherine is to take down the gang, plus, it's a little back-story on her life. This story is majorly OOC (Out Of Character), but as we get through the story you will see some changes in her attitude about everything when she recieves important info about Zach's death and what really happened to him. Please bare with me, for I have lots going on right now, so it may take me a while to update. I would have wrote more, but I was slightly getting stuck, so I left it where it is so that I could get something out there to start this story. Vincent and Catherine meet again in Chapter 1. Thank you so much for reading. Reviews are welcome. Excuse any errors. XOXO!