le Bye

oon, the steady rumble of the twin-cam engine cuttin

h their dirty cuts, their faces hollow, starved, and venomous. With the power grid down, the taps dead, and the f

ped off the bike, and didn'

I kicked the worn floorboard rug aside, revealing the hidden steel floor-safe my father had welded directly into the compound

titanium engine blueprints and his solid gold founder's Alliance seal ring. I zipped the case se

t exit, the double timber doors creaked, and Jarret, E

se calm. His face was pale and slick with sweat, but his eyes burned with na

of my way

tleness. "Dani... look around this place. The brothers are starving, the power is out, and all thi

er the commercial deeds to Iron Forge and transfer your estate trust fund to Jarret. In exchange, he will sign the Allian

athetic, cornered entitlement, and let out a dry

's. "You broke, freeloading parasites run this entire charter into the ground in less than f

a dangerous crimson. "Sign the goddamn transfer, Dani

cutting through the humid room like cold steel. "And my

back and let out a h

my nose. "I hold the registered charter contract! The Grand Council doesn't give a flying fuck about a mechanic bitch! You think some high-

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lently they blew clean off their iron hinges, crashing flat on

hands and knees, blood pouring from his smashe

itaker and the entire Reapers Bat