LOGINCOLE
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.RAINEThe garage roof was burning when I reached it.I went up the ladder through smoke so thick I couldn't see my own hands. The fifty lay on its side, its barrel bent. Beside it, half buried in a spill of broken planks, lay Hollis.He was still breathing.I dragged him clear. Blood in his beard, his legs wrong, his eyes cloudy as old glass. He looked up at me, and God help me, he smiled."Told you," he rasped. "Never dropped one yet.""Don't talk.""Queen." His hand found mine. "Your mother brought me soup when my Ruth died. I never could look at that bowl again." A tear ran into his ear. "I'm sorry. Tell the club...""You tell them.""Can't." His grip loosened. "Tell them I held the wall.""You held it." My voice broke. "You held it, Hollis."His eyes fixed on something past my shoulder. I don't know what he saw. I held his hand until it was only a hand.I wanted to scream. I wanted to forgive him, and I wanted to hate him, and I couldn't make either one come, and below us the comm
RAINENobody moved.Hollis looked at the letter. Then at me. Then, very slowly, his hand rose to his chest like a man feeling for a heartbeat."He wrote it down," he said. "That stubborn son of a bitch. He actually wrote it down.""Is it true?"The old man didn't answer. He didn't need to. I watched thirty years crack across his face like ice on a pond.I don't remember crossing the floor. I remember the blade in my hand, the fine steel I'd used on the tank, and the cold wall against Hollis's back, and the skin of his throat under the point. Cole said my name twice. Isla's breath hitched."Say it.""Raine—""Say it, Hollis!""Yes." It came out of him as a whisper. "It's true."A drop of blood slid down the blade."Ten years ago," Hollis said, "your father was pushing me out. Bad knee, old man. He had the new boys. And I'd bet everything I had on a deal that went sour. I owed money, Queen. To the wrong people. And Beltrán's father's man came to me and said, 'Tell us which road Vex's fa
RAINE"Ghost. Two men on the shed door. Nobody gets in. Nobody. I don't care who.""Even—""Everyone."He understood. I watched him not ask.The back shed was an old tin box behind the garage I hadn't been allowed inside since I was fifteen. Vex kept it padlocked. Cole cut the lock with bolt cutters from my toolbox. Isla came in behind us with a lantern, Eli's blanket still around her shoulders. She'd left the boy sleeping in the infirmary with Pike keeping watch. The door scraped open on a smell of old oil and ten years of dust.A tarp, gray with age, humped over something in the corner.I knew what was under it before I touched it.David's bike.Bent frame. Scorched fork. The front wheel gone. On the fender, a faded sticker, a cartoon serpent with a wrench in its jaws that he'd drawn himself the summer he turned sixteen. Somebody had kept it. Not scrapped it, not sold it. Ten years in the dark, under a tarp, in a shed I'd been forbidden to enter."He kept it," Isla whispered.My han
RAINE"Ramón Beltrán," said the voice from the vest. "My father held your note. My uncle Alejandro was patient enough to wait ten years to collect it. You were very rude to cut that short.""Beltrán." Vex leaned against Tomas, gray as a ghost. "Your father was a better man than you sound.""My father was a man you owed, and he's been dead six years, which makes it my debt now." The soft click of ice in a glass. "You killed my uncle tonight. That's a second invoice. I'm feeling generous. I'll take them as one.""What do you want?" I said."Ah. Blackjack." He chuckled. "Do you know how much you sound like your mother?"I nearly lunged at the vest. Cole's hand closed around my arm like a vise."The ledger," Beltrán said. "And Victor Mercer, alive. The Marlow Bridge at midnight, no one but the old man and the book. Do that and the boy walks away. Bring so much as a stray dog, and I make him a fountain.""He's nineteen!""He's a very useful pulse. Which reminds me. Eli?"The boy's eyes wen
RAINEWe covered five miles in eleven minutes.I rode with the phone jammed between my helmet and my ear, and Isla's voice in it was flat and strange, the voice of someone carrying a very full glass. "He's nineteen, Raine. He's shaking like a leaf. Hollis has a rifle on him, and I told Hollis if he fires I'll shoot him myself.""Don't let anyone touch him.""Nobody's touching him. Nobody's breathing near him.""I'm coming.""I know," she said. "That's the only reason I'm still standing."Cole rode a captured dirt bike on my right, his bleeding arm tucked against his ribs. Ghost and the riders fanned out behind us. On the back of Tomas's bike, my father sat pillion with his forehead against the other man's shoulder blade, the white of his bandages gone dark at the edges. Nobody said a word. Nobody had to. We were all thinking the same thing. Cruz is dead. So why does it feel like we just lost?The compound looked like a body that had been in a car wreck. The south wall was a heap of br
RAINECole didn't put down his weapon.He smiled. It was the first real smile I'd seen on his face in two months, small and crooked and absolutely lethal."You knew," he said. "Good. That saves time."He fired twice.Not at Cruz. Not at the six men. He fired twice into the air above our heads, two sharp cracks that rang off the concrete ceiling, and then the whole world went black.The generator died with a shriek of sparks somewhere beyond the walls. Ghost's rifle, from eight hundred yards, through a gap in a shed. Floodlights, work lamp, the dispatch office bulb, everything blinked out at once. I heard the room gasp. Then every gun in it began to fire."Down!"I threw myself flat. Bullets tore the dark apart, muzzle flashes strobing white and red across the floor. I crawled toward where I'd last seen the chair, razor blade slick in my fist. A boot slammed past my face. Somebody screamed and fell. I found a leg of the metal chair with my left hand, followed it up to a wrist, and sawe
Raine's POVThe morning after the Conclave, I tried to get some work done in the garage. Tried being the key word. I had a transmission sitting on the bench that needed rebuilding, but every time I picked up a tool, my brain wandered off somewhere else. I couldn't even sleep last night. The sound
Cole My brain stalled, then kicked back to life in one violent jolt.What the hell did he just say?What the actual, flaming, unbelievable hell did Ambrose just say?!But Ambrose just went on, his voice too cheerful for what he was describing. “They pay a fortune for it and they always come back f
Cole POV I yanked the Jackal through the doorway and stepped into the Revenant’s Lair. The place wasn’t dark, but the lights were low enough to cover everything in shades of red and blue. Music hummed from the speakers, the bass vibrating under the floor. Smoke drifted in lazy clouds across the r
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







