MasukThe quarry road turned into a warzone in seconds.
Headlights flooded the narrow path as four Viper bikes roared up the incline. Jax shoved Hazel behind his Harley, drawing his gun with practiced ease. “Stay low!”
Gunfire cracked through the dusk. Bullets sparked off rocks and metal. Hazel’s heart hammered as she pulled the pistol from her vest holster. She wasn’t the scared mechanic anymore. She dropped to one knee, braced against the bike, and fired two
Hazel smiled against King’s mouth. “Can’t wait.”But her hands still had a little blood under the nails. Rico watched from across the lot and nodded once like he knew. This alliance was poison. And it was all about to boil over.King kept his arm around her shoulders as they walked back inside. “You smell like grease and blood, queen. I like it.”She didn’t answer. Just let him steer her through the main room where guys were still drinking and bullshitting about the mill. A couple raised their bottles at her. She gave a small nod.Next morning shit hit the fan fast.King stormed into the garage while Hazel was checking another fuel mix. His face was dark. Gun already out.“Spike’s missing,” he snapped. “You see him last night?”Hazel wiped her hands slowly. “Yea
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
Hazel woke to a hollow ache low in her belly. Not the usual cramps. Something deeper. Wrong. The room was the same—soft bed, photos of her life staring back from every wall like a sick museum. She lay there a minute, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember.
Hazel’s eyelids felt heavy, like someone had glued them shut. She blinked slowly, the room swimming into focus. White ceiling. Soft lamp light. The bed was too comfortable—real sheets, not the compound’s rough ones. Her head pounded. Her arm ached where the needle had gone in.
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The bike kept rolling deeper into the wrong territory. Hazel’s arms tightened around Tiffany’s waist. Her stomach twisted worse than any morning sickness.This isn’t right. Jax said Route 9. Chop shop. Why the fuck are we heading east?“Tiffany,” she said louder, voice cutting over the wind. “Stop







