nor

toward the second floor, the dim amber sconces casting

eap black frames-the bloodline of the Iron Bastards MC. Half

Kidd, our former alliance leader. Her smile in t

ax's exile had already killed Clara

olitical match to secure the southern trade routes. And Jax? Jax had stripped off his En

sharper than the guilt rotting his gut. When he finally rode back into the valley, his hands scar

ttered the crows for a mile. He spent the next three years waging a one-man war against the cartel, painting t

and clenched my fists until m

ld not mistake a biker's te

verturned truck, my hands surprisingly steady amidst the chaos. His steel-gray eyes locked onto mine for three silent second

sident who had forced my family to their knees. He had dem

he end of the hall. Heavy oak,

nged my knuckles three

tsteps approached, and the door was yanked open by a hulking patched m

ed grin spreading across his face

met his bloodshot

his Old Lady is here

He stepped aside, spitting on the

the threshold int