Novels by Frank Cannon

Colt dragged me out of the warehouse on a run. Razor followed, speaking rapid commands into his radio."How many?" Colt demanded."Twenty-three now. More coming." Razor's voice was grim. "Viper himself is here."Colt cursed. "Get everyone armed. Women and prospects to the safe room. I want snipers on the roof in two minutes.""Who is Viper?" I gasped, struggling to keep up."Their president. A psychopath who thinks he owns the world." Colt pulled me into the clubhouse, slamming the door behind us. The room was chaos—men grabbing weapons, women being herded toward a back hallway, everyone moving with military precision.Candy appeared, her face pale. "Colt, what is happening?""The Serpents are here for her." He shoved me toward her. "Take her to the safe room. Do not let her out of your sight.""No." I yanked my arm free. "I am not hiding while people die for me.""You do not have a choice.""Yes, I do." I stepped closer, my voice shaking but firm. "If they want me, I will go. I will

The room was small. Clean. A bed, a dresser, bars on the window.A prison with decent furniture.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my shaking hands. Derek's blood was still on my sleeve. Colt's words echoed in my head.You do not get to make choices anymore.The door opened. I expected guards. Instead, an older woman walked in carrying a first aid kit. She had gray hair pulled back tight and eyes that had seen too much."I am Mae," she said. "The club mom. Let me see your ribs.""I am fine.""That was not a request, honey." She sat beside me, opening the kit. "Lift your shirt."I did. The bruises were worse now—purple and black, spreading across my left side like poison.Mae's jaw tightened. "That man did this?""Derek. Yes.""Colt should have killed him." Her hands were surprisingly gentle as she examined me. "Nothing broken, but you will hurt for a while. You need ice and rest.""What will they do to Derek?""Does it matter?" She met my eyes. "He hurt you. In this world, that

Derek stood ten feet away, his smile cold and familiar. Behind him, Colt's gun was already aimed at Derek's head."Step away from her," Colt said. His voice was death itself.Derek laughed. "Or what? You will shoot me in your own clubhouse? In front of your girl?" He looked at me, and I saw the madness in his eyes. "Tell him, Jenna. Tell him what happens when people try to protect you."My mouth was too dry to speak."Jenna." Colt's voice cut through my terror. "Get behind me. Now.""She is not going anywhere." Derek's hand moved to his waistband. "Are you, baby? Because if you do, I will kill everyone in this building. Starting with the blonde in the kitchen. Candy, right? Pretty name.""You son of—" Colt started forward."Ah, ah." Derek pulled out a detonator. Small. Black. His thumb rested on the button. "See this? There are three more explosives planted around your compound. One near the garage. One by the dorms. One in the bar where all your brothers are having their little meeti

I stared at Derek's message until the screen blurred.He knew. Somehow, he knew exactly where I was.My hands shook so badly I nearly dropped the phone. I should tell Colt. Show him the message. But the thought of facing those cold gray eyes again made my stomach twist.The door burst open.I jumped, shoving the phone into my pocket.A woman strode in—tall, blonde, curves poured into tight jeans and a leather vest. Her patch read "Property of Razor." She looked me up and down like I was something stuck to her boot."So you are the famous Jenna." She set a plate of food on the table. "The girl who broke our president's heart.""I did not mean to—""Save it." She lit a cigarette, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. "I am Candy. I run the girls here. Colt says you are staying, so we need to establish some rules.""Rules?""Rule one: You do not talk to the members without permission. Rule two: You do not leave the compound without an escort. Rule three:" Her eyes went hard. "You do not mess

The compound sat at the edge of town like a fortress. High fence. Guard at the gate. Rows of motorcycles gleaming under security lights.Colt's bike rumbled through the entrance, and I felt every eye on us. Men in leather vests stopped mid-conversation. A woman smoking by the clubhouse door crushed her cigarette under her boot, watching me like I was a ghost.Maybe I was.The girl who left this town died somewhere between Texas and California. What came back was something else entirely.Colt killed the engine and swung off. He did not offer to help me down. I climbed off awkwardly, my legs shaking from the ride and everything else."Inside," he said. "Now."The clubhouse was exactly what I expected. Bar along one wall. Pool tables. Worn leather couches. The smell of whiskey and motor oil and violence barely contained.A massive man with a gray beard looked up from the bar. "That her?""Yeah, Hammer. That is her." Colt's voice was ice."Well, hell." Hammer laughed, but it was not frien

I knew coming back to Redemption Creek was a mistake the second my battered Honda coughed its last breath on Main Street.It's now Ten years of running, hiding, surviving. And now I was back where it all began, with seventeen dollars in my wallet and bruises I could not explain away anymore.The engine ticked as it cooled. I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel, tasting blood where I had bitten my lip too hard. My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson."You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again."But I had run. Again.A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate.I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared.Devil's Reign MC.My blood turned to ice.The lead bike pulled up beside my car. The