LOGINThe garage air felt thick enough to choke on.
Jax still had Hazel pinned against the workbench, his release still warm between her thighs, when he repeated the question.
“You marked that exact blind spot in your notes,” he said, voice dangerously low. “Didn’t you?”
Hazel’s heart hammered. “Yes. But that was before. When I was still trying to run.”
Dagger stood a few feet away, tablet in hand, expression
King’s arm tightened around her in the dark. “Mine,” he mumbled again, half asleep.Hazel lay there stiff, burner phone burning a hole in her boot. She waited until his breathing went deep and even, then slipped out from under his arm slow as hell. He stirred but didn’t wake. She stood by the window, staring out at the lot, heart still racing from that buzz.Too close. Everything was too fucking close.Morning came with chaos. King was hyped.“Big meet tonight,” he told her over burnt coffee in the main room. “Allies from up north and east. You’re sitting at the table with me, queen. Show ‘em who’s really running shit now.”Hazel poured herself more coffee. “I’ll give ‘em ideas for the mill. Make sure they bring enough bodies but not too many. Don’t want it looking obvious.”King grinned and yanked her onto his lap right there in front of three gu
Hazel nodded. “Yeah.”King kept his arm around her in front of the whole room. “This is just the beginning for us.”She leaned into him as she meant it. The other Vipers watched, some smirking, some still side-eyeing her. Rico sat in the corner nursing a beer, not saying shit.Later that night, back in King’s room, things got ugly.King had one of the club girls dragged in — some young blonde named Cherry who’d been hanging around. Hazel sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, watching.King didn’t even ask. He just shoved Cherry against the wall, right there in front of her. “Watch, queen. See what you’re missing by holding out on me.”Cherry giggled nervously at first, then gasped as King yanked her skirt up. He fucked her hard and loud, no warm-up, hand in her hair, eyes locked on Hazel th
King kissed her hard, possessively. “Don’t make me regret trusting you.”Hazel kissed back, empty. Counting the seconds until she could put a real bullet in him.He pulled away, eyes searching her face. “You’re quiet tonight.”“Tired,” she said. “Shooting that kid took more out of me than I thought. Happy?”King grinned and slapped her ass. “Very. Get some sleep. We ride at dawn.”She nodded and headed to the room. The second the door shut she leaned against it, eyes closed. Another day. Another line crossed. She touched the snake tattoo through her shirt and winced. Still raw.Dawn came too fast. They rode out with a small crew—King, Rico, two others, and Hazel on the back of King’s bike. The target was some Iron Sons scout dumb enough to get spotted. They caugh
Hazel kept her face still. Heart hammering so hard she wondered if they could hear it.King picked up the gun slowly. “Talk.”She swallowed once. “What do you want to know?”King leaned back in his chair, tapping the gun barrel on the desk. “Rico here says you were messing with bikes funny. Loosening shit. Planting stuff. You wanna explain that, queen?”Rico stood by the door, arms crossed, watching her like a dog waiting for a slip.Hazel scoffed. “Yeah, I was messing. Because half your guys ride like shit and their bikes are falling apart. I fixed a fuel line on that black Harley before it sprayed gas all over the place. Tracker? That’s for the decoy runs you asked me about yesterday. So we can watch the Iron Sons chase their tails.”King’s eyes narrowed. He glanced at Rico. “That true?&rdquo
Hazel stopped dead in the hallway, boots scraping on the dirty floor. King’s gun hung loose in his hand, but she knew how fast that could change.“Out for a walk, queen?” he said again, voice low and sharp. “Got something you wanna tell me?”She let her shoulders drop a little, like she was tired instead of wired. “Yeah. Couldn’t sleep. That branding still burns like a bitch. Went out back to get some air and clear my head. You got a problem with that?”King stepped closer. The gun stayed down, but his eyes searched her face. “Alone? At this hour?”“Alone,” she said flatly. “I needed it. Every time I close my eyes I see Reaper’s face. Makes me want to put a bullet in him slower. Figured walking it off was better than punching holes in your wall.”He stared at her for a long beat. Hazel didn’t blink. Didn’t fidget. Just met his eyes like she had nothing to hide.King let out a breath that was half laugh. “You’re a cold one, you know that?” He holstered the gun but grabbed her chin, til
The Viper clubhouse smelled like piss, smoke, and cheap whiskey. Floodlights buzzed overhead, throwing harsh shadows across the cracked concrete lot. About forty guys packed in, laughing too loud, shoving each other. Hazel stood next to King on a low wooden stage they’d dragged out. Her shoulders burned from the fresh ink, but she didn’t flinch.King raised his arms. “Listen up, you sorry fucks. This right here? She’s mine now. Hazel. My queen. Any of you even look at her wrong, I’ll carve your eyes out myself.”A couple guys cheered. Most just stared. One bald bastard in the back muttered something and spit on the ground.King grabbed her shoulder, right where the new snake tattoo sat over Jax’s old claim mark. The skin was still raw. “Show ‘em.”Hazel turned slow, lifting her sleeve. The brand looked ugly under the lights—twisted little snake curling over Reaper’s faded ink. Pain throbbed steady, but she kept her face blank.“Damn,” some guy whistled. “She really did it.”King grin
The compound was wired tight. Engines rumbled in the yard like angry beasts. Jax sat on his Harley at the front of the pack, cut on, guns strapped tight. His eyes looked like they hadn’t seen sleep in weeks. Tiffany stood a few feet away under guard, still bruised, voice shaking as she gave
Hazel sat at the table in King’s private office, legs crossed, pen moving steadily across a fresh sheet of paper. The room smelled of leather and cigarette smoke. King paced behind her, one hand occasionally brushing her shoulder like he couldn’t stop touching what he now believed was
Hazel stood slightly behind King in the dimly lit back room of the warehouse, arms loose at her sides, face blank. The air smelled of cigarette smoke, motor oil, and fear-sweat.Three Viper lieutenants sat at the table. In front of them, a skinny guy named Ruiz knelt on
Hazel sat at the small metal table King had brought in two days ago, a stack of papers in front of her. She scanned the deal sheet slowly, pen in hand, marking a number in the margin. Eight days now. The room no longer felt like a cage. It felt like a workshop. She was learning the machine.King le







