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COLEThe scream tore through the house like a gunshot.I was moving before my brain caught up, gun already drawn as I shoved past Raine and burst through the front door. Isla’s voice echoed from the hallway. My blood ran hot. If Vex had left men behind, if they’d circled back while we stood outside talking…I cleared the corner low, sweeping the hallway. Isla was on the ground in the guest room doorway, wrestling with a man in dark clothes. A skinny bastard with a knife in one hand and Isla’s wrist in the other. She had her knee jammed into his groin and was snarling like a wildcat.“Get the fuck off her!” I roared.The intruder’s head snapped up. His eyes widened when he saw me. He tried to scramble back, but Isla drove her elbow into his face with a sick crunch. Blood sprayed across the carpet. I grabbed him by the collar and hauled him off her, slamming him against the wall hard enough to rattle the frame.“Who sent you?” I growled, pressing the barrel of my gun under his chin.He

COLEBlack smoke clawed up the sky like a dying man reaching for heaven. We rode toward it anyway, because there was nowhere else to go. The convoy ambush had already happened. Ronn’s message through the contact had been short and brutal; three vans hit, most of the women taken back, two Revenants dead. The burning ahead was probably the last bridge we had out of this parish.My hands ached on the grips. Raine’s arms were locked tight around my waist, her body pressed against my back like she could hold the whole world together through sheer will.We crested a rise and saw it. The old wooden bridge over the bayou was fully engulfed, the flames licking high and greedy. Two abandoned vans sat nearby, doors open, bullet holes riddling the sides. Bodies on the ground. My stomach turned.I killed the engine. Raine and Isla pulled up beside me. For a long moment none of us spoke.“They’re boxing us in,” I said finally. “Vex wants us trapped. No way out except through him.”Isla wiped sweat

COLEVex Mercer stood like a king in the sugarcane field, flanked by his dogs. Razor smirked beside him, his shoulder still bandaged from Isla’s knife. Moonlight glinted off guns and patches. My own gun felt heavy in my hand, but I kept it trained on the man who had murdered my wife and unborn child.Raine stepped out from behind me, caught between us like a wire pulled too tight.“Dad,” she said, voice steady even though I could feel her trembling. “This has gone far enough.”Vex’s laugh was cold. “You’ve got some nerve, girl. Running with the man who killed his own president. The man whose wife I sent to hell years ago.” His eyes locked on mine. “You think I don’t know, Maddox? You think I forgot how you’ve been sniffing around my blood?”The sugarcane rustled in the night breeze. Isla had taken cover somewhere to my left, the injured woman hopefully hidden deeper in the field. It was just us now. Me, Raine, and the devil of a father.“I know what you did to Elena,” I said, my voice

COLEHer blood was everywhere.It soaked through my hands; warm and slick, as I pressed down hard on the wound in Raine’s side. The truck bounced over rough roads, every jolt forcing a weak gasp from her lips. Isla drove like the devil was behind us, which in reality, he was. Vex Mercer had shot his own daughter. The man was honestly more monster than I’d given him credit for.“Stay with me, baby,” I begged, my voice raw and hoarse. “Eyes on me. Yes, that’s it.”Raine’s long eyelids fluttered. Her face was too pale under the streaks of dirt and blood. “Hurts… Cole…”“I know, I know it does.” I leaned down, pressing my forehead to hers, my hands never leaving the wound. “You’re tough as hell baby. You took down Razor like it was nothing. Just breathe for me, okay? We’re getting you help, I promise.”The truck swerved again. Isla shouted something from the front about losing them, but all I could focus on was Raine’s shallow breathing and the way her hand weakly gripped my wrist.I had

COLEThe lair smelled like stale beer and gun oil.I sat dead center in the main room with every eye locked on me like I was prey. My shoulder burned where the graze had torn open again during the escape, blood slowly soaking through my shirt. Ronn stood a few feet away, his face unreadable, torn between loyalty and the club’s survival. The rest of the brothers watched me with cold calculation.At the head of the makeshift table sat Viper—one of Vex Mercer’s top lieutenants—grinning like a man who’d already won. No Serpent should have been in this room, let alone, feel comfortable. The fact that he was sitting there told me everything I needed to know about how deep the rot had spread.“You killed your President, Ambrose,” Viper said, tapping a knife slowly on the scarred wood. “In front of the whole damn conclave. That’s not something this club forgets, Maddox. But the Iron Serpents president is a reasonable man. He’s offering peace and truce. He needs you and his daughter at Serpent