Ashley Morrison had spent her life embarrassed by her father, Charlie Morrison, president of the Iron Brotherhood Motorcycle Club. The night before he died, she burned his leather vest—the symbol of forty years of service, brotherhood, and love—thinking it would erase her shame. She had long rejected his world, even lying about being his niece while visiting him in the hospital, avoiding the community that had supported him for decades.
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