Todos los capítulos de Steel and Sin: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Detective Ramirez looked like he hadn’t slept in a week.The courthouse hallway buzzed with reporters, federal agents, and lawyers shuffling papers like they were preparing for war. Ramirez stood in the middle of it all, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, jaw tight. He held a file in his hand—thick, overstuffed, and sealed with red tape.The official takedown of Marco Delgado had begun.And Ramirez was the star witness.He hated every second of it.From the shadows beyond the metal detectors, Ashley watched him. Hood up. Hands deep in her pockets. She wasn’t hiding… just observing.Everyone could feel the tension in the air. Cameramen pointed their equipment toward the courtroom doors like predators waiting for prey. When Ramirez stepped inside, half the press followed him with frantic footsteps.The cartel’s end was being televised.But the Vipers connection to it?That was about to disappear.Ashley turned to leave, confident she didn’t need to hear him speak. She already knew what he

The morning after the peace pact felt unreal.The clubhouse was quiet, at least long enough for everyone to remember they were human.Ashley woke before the sun.Not because she couldn’t sleep… but because for the first time in a long time, her mind wasn’t drowning in fear.She pulled on jeans, tied her hair up, and slipped out of Nolan’s room without waking him. He slept, finally free of a burden he had carried for years. She pressed a quick kiss to his jaw before leaving.Outside, the cold nipped at her skin. A few bikers still slept drunkenly around the dying fire. Someone snored loudly. Ace was face-down on a picnic table, one boot missing. Jax was awake—he always was—sharpening a blade by the steps. He didn’t look up. “You are up early.”“Could say the same about you,” Ashley replied.“You could,” he said, flipping the knife in one hand. “You would still be wrong.”She smirked. But when she turned toward her bike, Jax finally lifted his gaze.“Where are you going?”Ashley swung

The day moved like a machine finally finding its rhythm.Prospects hustled across the yard. Jax barked orders from the training pit, already slipping into the role he had been terrified of only hours ago. Nolan was buried in club logistics, Cole organizing equipment orders for the shop rebuild.But Ace?Ace was trouble incarnate.As usual.Ashley spotted him leaning against her half-destroyed shop’s doorway like a sin she should have avoided but kept choosing anyway. Sunglasses low on his nose, smirk fixed like it was tattooed on.He wasn’t pretending to be subtle.And the second he saw her crossing the street toward the site, that smirk sharpened into something undeniably hungry.“Well, well,” Ace drawled. “If it isn’t the queen of ashes and ambition.”Ashley rolled her eyes. “Do you ever get tired?”“No,” he said. “But I make other people tired. Repeatedly.”She snorted. “I walked right into that one.”“You did,” he agreed, stepping closer. “And I am glad.”Ace smelled like gasoline

The clubhouse felt different that night.Not calmer.Not quieter.Just… fuller.Ashley felt it the moment she stepped inside. Cole walked beside her looking wrecked—in a good way—lips swollen from their kiss, eyes brighter than she had ever seen.Someone dimmed the lights.Someone put on low, gritty rock.Someone lit the fire pit even though no one needed the heat.She didn’t have to ask who pulled everyone together.They were already there, waiting.Ace lounged on the back of Nolan’s favorite couch like he owned it, twirling a beer bottle between his fingers. His smirk hit full voltage when he saw Ashley and Cole walk in.Jax stood against the far wall, arms crossed, shoulders relaxed in a way they rarely were. His eyes tracked every breath she took.And Nolan sat at the head of the center table, chair slightly turned so he could see all three men and her at once. His presence settled over the room… solid, unshakable, impossible to ignore.Ashley paused in the doorway.They weren’t j

The Vipers hadn’t seen their clubhouse this full in years.Not even during the old alliances.Not during the height of the Delgado wars.Not when they buried their dead or when they celebrated their victories.This was different.This was historic.Trucks lined the dirt lot.Bikes choked every stretch of gravel.The smell of smoke, engine oil, desert dust, and grilling meat hung heavy in the air.Allies had gathered — real allies — men and women from clubs that had once kept the Vipers at arm’s length. Clubs that had never trusted Nolan’s way, never trusted the Vipers neutrality, never trusted the direction of this region’s underworld.But they came today.For one reason.Ashley.Inside the clubhouse, the air buzzed. People talked in low, impressed tones. New patches mingled with old. The mood wasn’t tense, but charged with an unfamiliar energy…Respect.Recognition.Change.Ashley walked through it all like she wasn’t the center of attraction… even though every step she took proved s