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open with a crash, heavy combat boots hitti

und on my back burning as it tore open, but I kept

ed in a black leather Cut bearing the silver

sweeping across my pale face and the blood soaking my cl

Montgomery, stood guard. Kiel's voice sounded like steel grindi

lowered his head immediately. "Pre

my voice steady. "I did i

rides, reached down with rough, calloused hands, and lifted m

motor oil wrapped around me. His chest fe

mured, his voice low and dangerous as he pulled

rried me through the clinic lobby, where a dozen patched Iron Phan

e buzzed violently in my pocket. I fished it out,

nts under your name have been fr

to strangle me financially

s jaw tightening into a hard line a

back. "Before sunrise, turn Frontlin

s leather Cut. "They belong to m

his eyes shifting into something dark a

ed black SUV, climbing in right behind me befor

ain that held two silver rings stamped with the Frontline logo-ri

ely flat. "I'm pawning these pieces of junk on the underg

h open disdain, then dropped a heav

r scrap value, and pulled up the California arbitration portal, hi

l zone, where massive iron gates parted to reveal

of customized Harleys, while several prospects i

ght through the loud, smoky bar on the ground floor. The heavy r

their beers and pool cues, staring in shock

he silence like a blade. "She runs this house now

wo seconds before a unified roar

the second floor. When he pushed it open, I saw a private suite equipped