Lahat ng Kabanata ng Steel and Sin: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The counterattack hit at dawn. Two of the Fang outposts went up in flames before sunrise. By the time the smoke cleared, the message was clear… the Vipers weren’t hiding anymore. Now, twelve hours later, the clubhouse was cramped. Nolan stood at the head, hands placed on the table with bloodshot eyes. He hadn’t slept in two days. Around him were other club leaders—the Hounds, the Nomads, the Reapers. Allies when it was convenient, rivals when it wasn’t. Every patch in the room came with its own history and ego. Cole leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Ace sat by the door, quiet but alert. Jax stood behind Nolan, one hand on his shoulder. Ashley stayed near the back, half-hidden in the shadows, listening. “Two Fang compounds down. No losses on our side,” Nolan said. “That is what happens when we hit back.” Hawk, president of the Hounds, gave a rough laugh. “Yeah? Wait till he hits back harder. Delgado is no rookie. He’s a snake, same as you.” “Then let him come,” Jax mutt

The rain hadn’t stopped in two days. It came down heavily as if it was trying to wash away the sins piling up in the streets.Detective Ramírez sat in his car, half-empty coffee on the dashboard. His eyes were on the screen in front of him—a blurred feed from a new listening tap. He was able to catch pieces.“…Delgado’s supply line… port… choke his money…”He leaned forward. They were talking about the cartel. About Delgado. And that meant the Vipers were finally making moves.He reduced the volume, rubbing his temples. “They’re getting desperate,” he muttered.“Being desperate is good,” said the voice from the passenger seat. His tech, Samuel, younger with eyes that hadn’t learned to look away yet. “Means they’ll start making mistakes.”Ramírez didn’t answer. Mistakes got people killed. He’d seen enough of them to know that line by heart.He tapped the side of the coffee cup. “Pull up the name list. I want every Viper w

Inside the clubhouse, voices stayed low. The TV played news about the dock explosion—no names, no arrests, just destruction. Nolan muted it with a hard press of the remote. “Delgado is gonna move fast,” he said. “We have cut his line, but we need to restock before he hits back.” Cole leaned on the table, jaw clenched. “Restock with what, exactly? We lost half our boxes in that blast. Cops’ll be sniffing around every port from here to Long Beach.” That is when Ace spoke up. “Not if we go south.” Nolan’s eyes flicked to him. “You mean Mexico.” Ace smirked. “I know a guy in Sinaloa. He moves cargo through Baja… guns, parts, anything off the books. Quiet runs, no questions.” Cole scoffed. “Quiet and Sinaloa don’t belong in the same sentence.” But Ace didn’t back down. “It’s risky, yeah. But it’s clean. We get new stock, keep the heat off local routes. Delgado’ll think we’re done, not rearming.” Nolan rubbed his jaw. He didn’t like it, but he knew they were out of options.

The fire started small—a tiny spark under the bar counter.By the time anyone saw it, smoke was already crawling up the walls.The palace wasn’t a Fang bar, and wasn't a Viper bar either. It was the kind of neutral ground where bikers, truckers, and drifters came to forget the rules. The kind of place that survived because no one was stupid enough to claim it.Until tonight.Marco Delgado stepped out of the back door, sleeves rolled to his elbows, cigar glowing between his fingers. Behind him, three of his men poured gasoline like it was holy water—marking territory through destruction.A bartender tried to run. Marco caught him by the collar and pulled him close.“Where is your loyalty, amigo?” he asked quietly, his voice smooth but sharp enough to make anyone uneasy.The man stammered. “We don’t take sides. You know that—”Delgado’s knife flashed once. The man hit the ground befor

At the Vipers warehouse, Ace leaned over a table, scrolling through a cracked tablet. His face was tense, caught somewhere between frustration and disbelief.“Tell me I’m wrong,” he muttered.Nolan didn’t look up. He was pacing, jaw clenched. “You are not. Delgado’s route at East Field. The same area Ramirez was seen two nights ago.”Cole kicked a wooden box shut. “So now the detective is running with cartel trucks?”Jax let out a dry laugh. “Wouldn’t surprise me. Guy has been in everyone’s business since day one.”Ashley crossed her arms, uneasy. She’d seen Ramirez before. Just hearing his name again made her stomach twist.“Where’d the signal come from?” she asked.Ace turned the screen. “Jett picked it up from a scrambled police channel. Doesn’t trace back to the station. It is moving near Eastfield docks.”“Delgado’s turf,” Nolan said.“Yep. And Ramirez’s