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As the noises was getting closer Carter ran over to me and unchained me and helped me up with a silver knife to my heart that had a rubber handle on it that he was holding while he was standing behind me. The door then flew open and Asher stalked inside and let out a growl that shook the walls and terrified even me. But his Alpha aura wasn't doing anything to me or Carter. Because we both came from Alpha bloodlines. " Let her go." Asher demanded. His canines protruding from his gums. " Not until you calm down. We need to talk." Carter says. " I don't care if you are her brother. I will rip you apart for taking her from me." Asher growled out. And Carter looked at me from the other side of my

Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks. Brent, Jarret’s younger brother is still in the Army. After he gets out, he will be joining the club. His road name will be Army. Joel, Tracker’s younger brother is still in the Marines, when he retires, he’ll also join the club. His road name will be Rebel. CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC

It was a 9mm, P90. With a heavy heart, Asher locked his front door, and got into his truck. It was a 9-hour trip to Mark’s house, so he stopped in front of the main house as he left and got out of his truck. He found his father on the porch, smoking his pipe, and nursing a cup of coffee. “You look terrible,” Thomas said. “I’m heading out, Pops. I just received a call that one of my Army brothers has died.” “I’m sorry, Asher. We’ll keep the fort here,” Thomas said.

He always loved showing up when I was in the worst mood, just to twist the knife. “Harry, heard your brother smacked you around again.” He leaned against the doorframe, coffee in hand, his eyes drifting over the hem of my sweatpants. “Mr. Maxwell’s still using the same old methods to keep his little brother in line, huh?” I snatched the coffee from his hand, the cup burning hot against my palm, and snorted. “What the hell do you know?” Leaning against the doorframe, I flicked my lighter. The cigarette lit, smoke curling as I blew a ring straight into his face. “Getting hit means he cares. Getting scolded means he loves me. I’m fine.”

"Time's up." The spotlights went dark, and a professional silence fell over the construction site. They were coming. "Brothers in arms?" Adrian asked. I nodded. "Brothers in arms." And then the war began.

he finished and Aramis only gave him a nod. “She is lucky it was just a competition,” Aramis’ comment sounded like he was leading to something else, “You should know I would not usually sit around and watch somebody hurt my brother. He is my baby brother, my family, my entirety and if anybody was to ever hurt him, I don’t know what I will do,” instead of reacting to his brother introducing his mate to him like a normal person, he pretty much warned me about never hurting his brother. I didn’t say anything to him in response because if I had opened my mouth, I would have dragged him to mud for everything wrong he had done to other’s families.

Not a roadside quarrel with a sharp-tongued stranger who looked at him as though he were beneath her notice. Shaking his head, he moved toward the bathroom. Yet even as the water ran, one thought refused to leave him: If that was truly Rosey… then fate had a cruel sense of humor. Rosey’s POV She had never seen her brothers in person. Only photographs. And even in those, their faces had been distant formal smiles frozen in frames, taken years ago. It was difficult to recognize someone from pictures alone. So when she saw him by the roadside earlier that day, she hadn’t thought twice. He looked like any other stranger.

River said with an awkward, ‘I’m sorry’ look on his face. "Or six years…" Rain added with a laugh. "Maybe forever if he’s lucky." I turned to Rex, expecting him to be angry at their violence. "Rex, can you imagine? Can you believe what your brothers did?" But Rex didn't look upset. A cold, dark smile touched his lips, a smile that was almost scary and protective. "They did what they had to do," he said simply. I went quiet, picking at my food. These men were all dangerous in their own ways.

The kind of quiet that only came before blood spilled. This deal was supposed to be simple. Arms trade. AKs and modified M16s from Eastern Europe. We were the middlemen — clean, quiet, brutal when needed. The buyers? Some rookie gang trying to build clout. They wanted firepower, we wanted cash. But deals like this? They never stayed simple. “I don’t like that we don’t know all their names,” I muttered. Collins pulled his gun from his jacket, checked it, cocked it. “I don’t like that they requested a warehouse we’ve never used.”

He was angry at his father but had no way of taking it out on him, So, he redirected his frustration towards his stepbrother Jordan, putting the blame on him. But Jordan just took it all with a smile, showing Jason love and support without complaining. He truly was the best big brother Jason could ask for. Feeling overwhelmed, Jason took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, hoping it would bring him some sort of calm or clarity. He took a deep inhale, trying to lose himself in the moment, wanting to forget everything and just focus on his own life. But that was easier said than done, especially when he was on campus. "The fuck, is that Jason?" one of his friends exclaimed.