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The second hit came immediately after the first, right across the side of my face. My ears rang so hard that I lost the sound of the rain, the workshop, the mechanic woman, everything. I staggered forward with my hands out, trying to catch myself, but whoever swung at me wasn’t done. A strong fist slammed into my ribs and another one crashed into my jaw, snapping my head sideways. Torchlights burst across my vision and blurred into stars. I squinted, but all I saw were silhouettes and the dull gleam of metal tools on the wall. I heard footsteps coming closer, then the mechanic woman screaming: “DAD! Dad, stop!” Dad? That snapped something in me, but whoever her father was, he didn’t give a damn. A boot landed right in my stomach, driving the wind out of me. I gasped in agony, crashed onto my back and slid across the wet concrete. Pain flared from my shoulders to my toes. “Back the hell off!” I barked, standing to my feet. I swung blindly and connected with something. I heard a grunt. Good. At least I got a shot in. But the next punch that hit me, I swear I saw white. I doubled over, tasting blood and dirt. “Dad, I said STOP!” the woman shouted again. That was when the blows slowed and finally stopped. I sank to the ground again, gasping like a dying cow and trying to figure out which body part hurt the most. Hard to pick. Everything felt like one giant bruise. But before I could suck in a proper breath, someone grabbed me by the collar and hauled me upright. My feet barely touched the ground. The torchlights steadied and finally found my face. The harsh beam stabbed at my eyes and I winced. My attacker was Victor "Vex" Mercer, the president of the Iron Serpents. My stomach dropped straight to hell. Oh, fantastic. I’d just had my tongue down the throat of a fucking Serpent princess! Vex was a very handsome man, irrespective of the scars on his face and the white-brown of his hair. But he was glaring at me with hatred in his eyes. “You’re a Revenant!" He growled into my face. “What the hell are you doing in my territory, huh? Sneaking around? Spying for your boss by kissing my daughter?" I spat blood off to the side. “If I was spying, old man… I’d pick a better day than during a fucking thunderstorm!” One of the men behind him hissed. Someone else muttered, “Cocky bastard.” Vex jerked me closer, practically nose to nose. “I ought to gut you and hang your skin outside my gate!” “Dad, enough!” the lady snapped, stepping forward. I caught her face in the corner of my vision and she looked pissed, just not at me this time. For a moment, that was weirdly comforting. Vex didn’t care. He shoved me against the wall, pinning me with one massive forearm. “Why are you here?” he snarled. “Start talking before I decide to finish what I started!” I forced air into my lungs, wincing. “I came… to fix.... my bike.” He scoffed. “You have mechanics on your side of town.” “Yeah, and they’re all idiots.” I wheezed, trying not to cough again. “My back brake has been a mess for two days. They kept screwing with it without giving me a solution.” Vex just narrowed his eyes at me. “I heard…” I gasped before continuing. “I heard your daughter was the best mechanic in New Orleans.” Her head snapped toward me, but I couldn't tell what she was feeling. It was hard to see in the dim light. “And what, exactly,” Vex growled, “made you think you had the right to put your filthy Revenant hands anywhere near her?” I let out a broken laugh. “Jesus. I didn’t know she came with a warning label.” "WHAT?" The woman's eyes widened like she couldn’t believe I just said that. "You piece of shit!" Vex grabbed my shirt tighter, hauling me higher off the ground. My boots barely scraped the floor now. I was very tall myself, but Vex was much taller, buffer and stronger. His grip crushed into my collarbones, choking off air, and fresh pain shot down my neck. “You’re very bold for a man dripping blood on my floor,” he warned. “Say one more thing about my daughter, Revenant, and I’ll make sure you leave here in pieces.” “Dad, oh my God, stop!” The woman snapped, shoving his arm away from me. “He’s telling the truth. He came here because his bike had a fault, which I was trying to fix when the lights went out. And then the rain trapped him. Shocking, I know. There's no hidden agenda anywhere, none that I can tell, anyway.” Her tone was sharp enough to catch her father's attention. I stared at this woman, wondering what kind of father–daughter duo this was. Vex Mercer, the man half the city of New Orleans feared, was getting talked to by his own daughter. Vex turned back to me and stepped closer. Tge light from the torch hit his face right, and the scars around his jaw made him look even more menacing. “Oh, I see. I know your face now,” he grunted. “You’re the Revenants’ vice president, aren't you?” I let out a rough breath through my teeth. “Yeah? And I recognize you too, Victor Mercer. President of the Iron Serpents.” I paused and added, “I didn’t think I’d get the pleasure of meeting you while bleeding all over your dirt.” Murmurs rolled through the guys behind him. Vex didn’t like my joke because his eyes went dark, and for one terrifying second I thought he’d swing at me again. “You walk into my territory, you’re lucky you’re still upright. If you were anyone else in that damn club, we’d be digging a hole for your body right now!” “Cool speech,” I muttered, wiping blood from my mouth. “But like your daughter said, I’m only here to fix my bike.” He stared at me for a long moment. Then he shoved my shirt and stepped back. “Get out of my sight before I change my mind!” Fair enough. I staggered toward my bike, trying not to cry out in pain. I reached the handlebars before remembering it was still broken. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I turned back toward the woman and she was already tossing something my way. I caught it instinctively, opening my hands to see a set of keys. “Take my bike and bring it back when you come for yours.” She said. “Thanks,” I muttered. Then I limped over to her bike and climbed on, turning the engine on. I didn’t look back as I rolled out of their compound, but I felt their eyes on me the whole ride into the dark.RAINE’s POVThe near-capture of my key lieutenant left the compound on edge. I ordered every gate locked and every rider accounted for before the sun rose. Blood still stained the infirmary floor from the night’s fight. I walked the yard with my side aching and my mind already calculating the next move.Aggressive reforms were the only way forward. I posted new discipline codes at dawn, and order for more mandatory formation riding, zero tolerance for delayed reports, and random searches of personal gear. Anyone who broke ranks would lose their cut for thirty days. The veterans hated it, but I was so far from caring about anything they thought. I wasn’t Queen to hear everyone’s mind or opinions. They could shove it up their asses.Cartel reinforcements hit our northern line before noon. I led the defensive skirmish myself, trusting no one to handle it better. We met them at the ridge with the upgraded fleet, our engines screaming as we cut across their approach. The fight was short bu
RAINEI limped the damaged bike through the back gate just after midnight, my engine coughing smoke. My men rushed out to meet me immediately. I waved off help and walked straight into the main hall, blood still seeping through the bandage on my thigh. The club needed to see their Queen standing.Reforms were already rolling out. I spent the next two hours personally overseeing loyalty oaths and pairing up riders for every patrol. New conduct codes were posted on the board. Some veterans grumbled but most fell in line. While that happened, I pulled my inner circle together and started planning the retaliatory strike on the cartel outpost ten miles south.“We hit them hard at dawn,” I said, pointing at the map. “In and out. Destroy their staging supplies and send a message.”Ghost — the rogue ex-Revenant — stood quietly in the corner. I had to make the call on him tonight.I looked him over. “You fought well today. But trusting a man who burned his own club is a gamble. Give me one rea
RAINEDawn broke bloody across the desert as I stood at the old radio tower, the burner phone in my hand. I never made the call. Instead I smashed the device under my boot and buried the pieces under the sand. Whatever deal the feds wanted, they could choke on it. I wasn’t handing my club over to anyone.By the time I returned, the compound was already buzzing. The cartel strike force was moving faster than expected. I didn’t have the time to bleed or grieve.I called an emergency session before the sun cleared the ridge.“There will be new codes of conduct,” I announced, standing at the head of the table. “Loyalty oaths will be sworn by every member before tonight’s run. We will have no exceptions. We either move all as one or we fall apart.”The room erupted.I laid out the reforms and mandatory requirements. It was a new arc from what they were already used to , and Veteran members slammed their fists on the table.“You’re turning us into soldiers, not brothers,” one growled.I met
RAINEThe ride back from the canyon was a blur of pain and roaring engines. I kept my bike steady through sheer force of will, blood soaking on my side and dripping onto the fuel tank. Isla rode tight on my left, Sean on my right, ready to catch me if I fell. We made it through the gates just as the sky turned black.They helped me off the bike and into the infirmary. The doc dug the bullet out while I bit down on a leather strap. I couldn’t scream or tear up in front of everyone, so I kept my cries down.Once the wound was stitched and wrapped, I waved them all out.“I need the documents from the last raid cache,” I said. “Bring them to my office now.”Isla hesitated. “Raine, you should rest.”“I’ll rest when we’re not at war everytime.”She brought the sealed box herself. I locked the door behind her and spread the papers across my desk under the single hanging bulb. Most of it were what we already suspected; cartel payments, Vex loyalists, all the names I had already dealt with.I
RAINEThe blood from a shoulder cut I had earlier had dried into a stiff crust by the time the sun came up.I called the loyal remnants of the eastern faction into the yard at first light. Twenty-three hardened riders stood in front of me, stripped of their old patches but still carrying fight in their eyes. Dan, their unofficial leader, stepped forward.“You showed us mercy when you didn’t have to,” he said. “We’re ready to earn our place.”I nodded. “You will ride with us now. You don’t get to betray that. I am your leader, and you swear your allegiance to me.”I signaled the mechanics. They rolled out ten freshly upgraded bikes and I handed the keys out myself, looking each man in the eye as I did.“These aren’t rewards,” I told them. “You ride them for this club to prove that ou belong.”Their engines roared to life. The new riders slotted into formation with my main force, blending perfectly. It was the first time in weeks everything had actually felt right. I watched them run a
Raine’s POVThe rain had eased into a cold mist by midday, but the tension inside the compound hadn’t lifted. After the poisoned mug and the execution in the war room, the crew moved like men walking on broken glass. I needed to remind them who I was.“Full fleet maneuvers,” I announced over the comms. “Everyone who can ride, mount up. We’re showing the wavering allies what the new Iron Serpents look like.”I led from the front and two dozen bikes roared out behind me in tight formation, their new logo gleaming under the gray sky. We pushed the new machines hard along the back roads, testing coordinated night-riding protocols even though the sun was still up. The bikes handled beautifully, and I felt incredibly proud. I took them through a mock ambush drill in the old quarry, splitting the column into three units that flowed seamlessly back together.Allies from the smaller crews watching our borders stood on the ridgeline. I couldn’t see their expressions up close, but I damn hope it
COLE“Great!” she muttered somewhere near me. “Perfect timing.”I could barely see her outline, just the faint shape of her shoulders in the dim glow from outside. The rain roared even louder now, hitting against the roof like it wanted to get in.I was angry and dripping from head to toe, and very
COLEDahlia wasn’t awake just yet, and I wanted to keep things that way. She’d been pissed when I told her what I’d heard yesterday, and how I’d had to send money to the girl from Iron Serpents. I had no idea why she was so riled up, anyway. I was the vice for the president of the Revenants, so the
RAINEBy the time I got back home to my father's mansion that evening, I was greasy all over. I didn’t even bother to shower first; I just wanted food. Throughout the whole bike ride back, my brain was still replaying my dad’s voice, that condescending tone that made me want to throw a hammer at hi
RAINEI was elbow-deep in someone else’s bike when my dad decided to ruin my afternoon.Of course, he didn’t knock. He never does. He barged into the garage in his bike gear and stared me down until I finally released an exasperated sigh.I wiped my hands on a rag, refusing to look up. “You’re stan







