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er driveway. The house was a sprawling brick compound on the edge of town, a place built on clu

, let the kickstand

lked into the bedroom I had shared with Beau

oden hangers-clothes Judith had picked out to make me look like a tame, res

he deepest corner under the king-sized bed, an

reaked open, releasing the familiar scen

inal insignia of the Iron Ghosts MC, the flaming skull flanked by dual wrench-bones. Beneath it l

the faint moonlight filt

I was twelve years old in the picture, sitting on his broad shoulders with grease smeared across my forehead, grinning like

them we

use and burned the lot of them alive. But the nightmare didn't end on the highway. The Vultures had tracked down our safe house. I survived o

y mother, my sister-in-law, and even my two-and-a-half-year-

They called it charity. They claimed they were honor

f the massive life insurance payout and the

. The agonizing grief that used to choke

r at a dive joint three miles outside the club's perimeter. She wasn't club property,

er voice raspy and sharp. "It's past two in

I said, my voice flat and completely devoid of t

er. "I'm gonna take a tire iron to his teeth. Sloan

from the party. I only want two things from that place: my f

has sworn up and down that bike belongs to

title is inside the safe in the study. I know the combination

atory grin evident in her tone. "When

nd the ledgers right on Judith's breakfast table. When I do, I need a noise

ed and a grudge to settle," Ruby s

im reflection, my green eyes looked sharp, completely detached f

Marcus Keller

a four-speed transmission with my bare hands, how to throw a hook that shatters a

unk, hauled it to the w

. And the Tuckers were going to learn