The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

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ring blank leather vests. As I rolled the Ghost through the entrance, both men snapped th

but they stared at the machine beneath

he main building's stone steps. I cut the ignition, kick

ed hardwood. I climbed the stairs to the second floor, headin

Reynolds, the club Secretary. He had silver in his beard, scars acro

e manifest he was writing in. "You should

u," I said. "I need t

ooking at my grease-stained jacket, my wind-tang

Oz said flatly. "

ooden bench against the wall, reste

mbers walked past the bench, w

rd to the southern border tomorrow morning," on

d lately," the other replied. "Like he knows exactl

my mind. Shane Morrow was Elias's younger brother-a dangerous ghost I rarely saw. Whatever suicidal wa

ked through the corridor, throwing sideways gl

d. "Heard she got dropped fo

ing back to beg," another

taught me that patience in enemy territo

y door swung open, and Oz gave me a short

spacious office, and let t

tion MC looked older than his fifty years. His dark eyes were as cold and sharp as twin ba

gravelly rasp. "I hear you turned Jud

y," I answered, stopping three f

where." He paused, studying my face with surgical precision. "Beau made a formal announcement last night. Farrah Hicks wears his property patc

clear, but it didn'

cutting through the smoky room with absolute clarity. "Beau

lightly. "Then why are you s

ully released through an official ruling from the President's chair. Beau thinks he can keep me on a leash-keep me in the

d, planting my boot fi

want my name struck from the Tucker registry, and I wan

om stretched until the ticking of the gra

voice dropping lower. "No protection. No club backin

opening my own shop. An independent garage under the Iron Ghosts name. I do

't move. Then, a slow, terrifying

d. "You stubborn son of a bitch. You l

r drawer and pulled out a