Their Sweet Chaos

Welcome to The Fallen Angels, where heaven couldn’t control us and hell can’t contain us.

Some monsters are born into this world, while others are made.
Some fall from Heaven, while others rise up from Hell.
Me? I wasn’t just made, I was created.
An angel is what my parents called me, but when I witnessed their murders, brutal and sadistic, that night, I clipped my own wings.
A Fallen Angel, that’s what I became that night. Five feet one, red hair, round innocent face with baby fat still present in my cheeks, pink pouty lips, I can walk straight up to the enemy and put a bullet in his head before he even knows what’s happening.
No one who isn’t a member of The Fallen Angels knows my real identity, and I always personally take care of anyone who even begins to come close.
Who am I now you ask?
Well, I’m Sweets. The innocent-looking devil who kills without conscience or regret, all with a smile on my face and a lollipop in my mouth.
I’m Sweet Chaos on your best of days, so imagine me on your worst, and there’s no man alive who doesn’t fear the power I wield. Well, that’s what I thought, until I met four.
They thought me to be the innocent little flower, until I showed them my thorns.
And guess what? They held me anyway.
Everyone knows my heart is a block of ice, but what happens when four handsome, dominant, possessive bikers decide that I belong to them, and that I don’t have a choice in the matter.