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I hear the roar of bikes coming from the road and glance up placing my mobile away. Lex is reading lead with Roger, Jax, Michael and Dean following behind. They’re all on mean-ass Harley’s the low rumble ordinarily a sweet noise to my ears. Tonight, as it starts to get dusky, it reminds me of the days when we were in the gang and had wars on our hands, battles to fight, stakes to claim.

Chapter 28: One Hell Of A Skirmish The Outskirts, The Coyote M. C. Hangout, Canyon Creek, Iowa... Growls rumbled through the air as much as the roaring of the various motorcycle engines that had come to a certain area before being shut down as gunshots could be heard ringing out all along the patch of dirt the rival M. C. called their own. At first glance, Brick's keen grey eyes took notice of the damage done via the shootings and the struggle that ensued once The Badger M.C. happened upon the "Zygote" territory. Dirt and dust filled the air making it much more difficult to see one's hand in front of their face, but the Howler M.C. had multiple advantages in comparison to The Badgers M.C. an

I said. He didn’t answer. Just leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. Outside, dawn crept slowly across the sky casting soft light over the yard. I walked around out of habit, waiting for something to make sense. As I approached the extreme end of the fence, lightning flashed and my eyes caught an inscription written on the wall with black spray paint. A mark every man in the club knew. Cartel sigil, a serpent coiled through a blade. And be neath it, in jagged letters that dripped like blood was written:

His father is also in the police department as an inspector. Yamori doesn't like to talk about anything while eating with his family but this news is so serious that he wanted to talk about it with his father. “Dad, one of the police chiefs came to a side of the park and talked to us gang about something strange”. After he said it, his mother scolded him, “Hey… Don't bring weird news while eating, your brother is sensitive to those things”. After he said to his mother, “It’s not something so weird so bad, a small thing goes on my mind continuously and I want to clarify with dad”.

JACKSON'S POV The holding cells at county jail smelled like piss and despair. I sat on a metal bench with my father on one side and Marcus Wood on the other. The three of us. Presidents and heirs of two motorcycle clubs. Behind bars. "This is your fault," Marcus said to me. "My fault? You're the one who raised a daughter in a war zone." "Boys," Diesel said tiredly. "Shut up. Both of you." We shut up.

PROLOGUE I have waited. I have plotted. For two long, restless years, every breath I took carried one name—Alexander Stone. He isn’t just a man; he’s a monster. The ruthless leader of the Xander Motorcycle Club, feared on the streets and untouchable in the eyes of the law. And on that night—the night that changed everything—Alexander and his gang ran my twin sister, Vera, off the road. They left her there, bleeding and broken, unconscious for hours before help arrived.

“I thought about reporting them. But they were careful. The debt note was in their hands. The village listens to whoever speaks loudest, and I feared they would bury you and the children under rumors. “So I chose the only way I believed I had left. “The motorcycle work was not only for money. It was also a trap. “I knew Marcus and the others would eventually ride together. They thought I was weak. They thought I would never dare resist. “Today it rained. The road was slick. I accepted their ride. “This was my last trip. “Do not blame yourself. “My former contractor never compensated me for my injury, but there is still an accidental death insurance policy in effect. If the payout comes throu

"Birds of the same feather flocked together. That man has secrets. I will dig deeper and give the information to the club." The two men were almost done with desserts. They were talking in low tones but the audio on Beau's one-of-a-kind computer could pick out their words. They were referring to women as horses. "Asshole!" Dinara muttered. The former mafia leader needed money from the earl and as payment, he was selling one of his women. "I'm going to drain that motherfucker's bank account." The tzarina vowed. They shook hands on their deal then parted ways. Outside the restaurant, on cue, Otis and Baldy approached Jaime.

Chapter One The night was made for outlaws. Engines roared across the abandoned railway lot, bouncing off the skeletons of old freight cars and graffiti-stained concrete walls. The Iron Fangs called it their home base, though “territory” was a better word. A hundred feet of cracked asphalt, a haze of cigarette smoke, cheap beer, and music pounding so loud it rattled bones.