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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.COLEI rode out of that garage and down the road, feeling every muscle in my body tense with anger. Vex Mercer was a complete asshole, everyone knew that. I myself had known that in theory, but actually meeting the man… that was a whole other level of irritating. The way he’d towered over me, all smug and threatening, and yet his daughter had the audacity to call him out. I’d never get used to this twisted family dynamic. Even I as the Vice-President of the Revenants, I was a little scared of the man. How come his daughter wasn't?The streets of New Orleans blurred past me, with the rain still slicking the asphalt in patches. Canal Street shimmered under the glow of neon signs and I swerved past the tourists who clearly had no idea how deep into danger they were wandering. Turning down another str3et, I headed toward the route Ronn had described. There was a collection of abandoned industrial buildings clustered near the Mississippi River, mostly warehouses with rusted metal siding
COLEThe 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 gr
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 aware of how close she was. I should’ve turned around and walked out right then, let the rain soak me to the bone. But I didn’t move a single inch.Then I heard her move, shuffling across the concrete floor until a small beam of light flicked on.“Relax.” She muttered, placing her phone on the worktable. The flashlight threw a pale glow across her face and the grease on her hands. “Power goes out all the time when it rains this hard. Guess the city’s budget doesn’t stretch far enough to fix wiring on this side of town.”I leaned back against my bike “Is that so?”“Yeah.” She ran a hand over her face, leaving a streak of black on her cheek. “Every time there’s a storm, boom, no lights, no w
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 money was not an issue. But I wasn’t about to dive into argument number two this morning.I glanced at her. She was still asleep, one hand stretched across the bed like she was reaching out for me. At first I thought about staying and pretending I didn’t have anything to do today. But that wasn’t my life.I slipped out of bed, grabbed a quick shower, threw on my leathers and stepped outside. The morning air had that smell that always came before rain.Ambrose had called an impromptu meeting, which usually meant something bad, because he didn’t drag the club out of bed before sunrise unless something was actually wrong. When I reached the lot, my phone began to ring. Tucking my bike helmet
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 his head. He really thought he could talk to me like this, instead of like his daughter. His heir, technically. Not that he’d ever call me that out loud.“Wash your hands before touching anything,” my younger sister Isla said without turning around as I stepped into the large kitchen. She was at the stove, with her wavy auburn hair up in a messy bun, swaying to whatever love song was playing on the radio. I grinned. “Yes, Mom.”“Don’t start with me, Raine!" she warned, pointing the spatula behind her without looking. “You always ‘taste test’ half the food before I even plate it.”“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I mumbled, already reaching for a chicken nugget on the counter. She t
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 standing in my light, dad.”He moved closer, boots making a thump noise against the concrete. “My light, Raine. This is my garage, remember? You just work here because I’m nice.”I laughed bitterly and threw the rag aside. “Yeah, you’re a real saint.”Dad leaned against the workbench, watching me like I was a disappointment to him. His leather vest creaked when he crossed his arms. “You’ve been running your mouth around the club again,” he noted. “Something about money that you're owed?”“Oh, that,” I muttered, setting down my wrench. “Yeah, some of your buddies still owe me for the jobs I did last month. I figured I’d finally ask for what I’m owed, since you seem to be taking the issue with too







