The Biker’s Obsession
“The Iron Reapers have more than enough cash in their vault, and everyone on this highway already knows exactly how fast his Harley can move. Why don't you go back to your own side of the woods and bother someone else?”
Siren turned her head slowly, looking Raven up and down with a cold, amused smirk. “Well, look at that. The little club princess is standing up to defend her old man. That is real cute, Raven. But the last time I checked the highway news, you don't wear his property patch on your back anymore. So why don't you stay in your own lane and let the grown-ups talk business?”
Raven’s face twisted into a mask of pure rage at the sharp reminder of her past loss. Her hands curled into