All Chapters of Steel and Sin: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

   The word meeting didn’t even come close. By midday, the clearing had transformed into a war council ground—motorcycles lined in rough rows, engines ticking as they cooled. Allied clubs from three states had shown up. Every club wore new scars from the last weeks. And every damn one of them looked ready to snap. Doubt pressed in from every corner, heavy and unmistakable. The mess from the mole still tainted everything. Ashley felt the tension the moment she stepped out of the main tent with Nolan, Jax, Cole, and Ace.  Whispers shot through the camp. That is her.Vipers brought her.Prez nearly died for her.She is why Marco Delgado is pissed.Or why we are not dead yet. Hell if I know. Ashley ignored them.

  The ride back to the ridge was rough. Not because of the trail… but because the raid had gone to hell and every one of them felt it. Ramirez stayed slumped against Jax, barely awake, blood sliding down his arm. Every now and then he muttered something—orders, curses, nonsense—but none of it mattered. The ATF team had been wiped out.Delgado had played all of them.And the Vipers had just rescued a federal agent who, on paper, should have been cuffing them. The moment they reached the safehouse at the treeline, Nolan jumped off his bike. “Get him inside. Move.” Jax hauled Ramirez in. Cole went to check the perimeter. Ace paced in circles, muttering numbers and angles, already trying to figure out how badly they had been set up. 

   The trackers moved too fast. Ace stood over the table like he was cutting the red wire on a bomb—tapping, scrolling, locked in. The screen glowed across his tense face. Nolan and Cole watched from behind him. Jax paced, non-stop. Detective Ramirez, pale but conscious, watched with the haunted focus of a man who had nothing left to lose. Ace zoomed in on a cluster of signals closing in on a narrow strip near East Haven. Ashley stepped beside him. “What is that place?” she asked. Ace zoomed in again, muttering. “Industrial zone. Mostly abandoned. Except…” His fingers paused. Nolan stiffened. “Except what?” Ace turned the screen. “Except this block right here. Used to be a textile warehouse. Rumor is Delg

The safehouse buzzed with noise the moment Ashley walked back in.Bikers streamed in from the Blue Hour ruins—angry, grieving, but ready to stand with the Vipers. Nolan coordinated the incoming groups around the long table—giving orders, setting up sectors, marking maps, forcing chaos into a plan.Ashley entered with Ace and Cole, dirt still streaked across her cheeks.Nolan saw her instantly.Relief hit first.Then fury.“What the hell was that?” he snapped.Ashley frowned. “What?”“You walked into a bombing site with half the damn city on edge. No armor. No backup. No guarantee they wouldn’t think you set it off!”Cole stepped forward. “Nolan—”“Not now,” Nolan cut sharply. “I am talking to her.”Ashley crossed her arms. “You sent us there.”“I sent a team,” he corrected. “Not you walking into the center of a riot!”“They needed someone who wasn’t acting like a warlord,” she said flatly.“That is not the point!”“Then what is?”Nolan stepped forward.“You risked your life,” he bit o

  The Steel Vipers compound had never been this loud. Engines growled in the yard like caged beasts waiting to be unleashed. Boots slammed the ground. Guns were checked, rechecked, and loaded again. Every crew they had rallied stood ready—patched jackets, grim faces, eyes sharp with the knowledge that tonight could be the last time any of them saw daylight. Tonight wasn’t just a fight. Tonight would decide everything. Ashley stood in the middle of it all, the chaos spinning around her, and she felt it deep in her bones—this was the endgame. “Ash.” Cole approached, helmet in one hand, with a cocky half-grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Got your gear. Extra ammunition and a knife. And an extra granola bar. You know… In case you get hungry during battle.” She hu