His Unwanted Peace Offering: Claiming Eleanor

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ds territory as Dexter Fulton's claimed Old Lady, you're handing

ning clatter echoing through the concrete compound garage. She strode toward me, her le

t on Interstate 101. If I don't ride into the Bastards' territory tonight, the next thing crossing our border won't be a pe

phalt runs and tavern brawls, bearing the Kidd family's twin-eagle crest on the back. For twenty years, that patch had been my armor. Today, it felt

g it onto the grease-stained wooden workbench. A cloud of fine dust puffed into the air. Her knuckles were raw, scraped from yesterday's patrol. "He's a butcher, El. He

rmation: the Bastards' route maps, Church schedules, and the name of the rat who fed Everett and Alvy to the cartel. I yanked the he

ed with fierce, protective rage. "Don't play the martyr. You remember what

of the rusted metal cabinet against the far wall. The drawer screeched

stood Jax Tucker-his Enforcer rocker bold across his chest, jaw set like granite-and

x's stern brow. "I was twelve when the cartel ambushed their chase on R

the hard edge in her posture sagging slightly. "The cartel wanted payb

mind. "He threw Clara onto the mud bank, shielding her with his own back while windshield glass blew out over hi

rete floor. "Jax destroyed himself, and Clara ended up in the dirt two years later. Fulton isn't J

ng the album back into the darkness of the drawe

Twin-Cam Harley engines rattled the corrugated i

into my path, silent for three agonizing seconds, before pulling me into a fierce, suffoca

ed into my ear. "Or I burn thei

full-face black helmet over my head. "Even if I ha

arage door, the harsh afternoon sun blinded me for a second. Diesel Knight s

behind me. Diesel twisted the throttle, and with an earth-shattering roar, our pack s