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Get the APPRising From Ashes: The Lost MC Princess
Chapter 7
TERRY'
oom, closing the door on Ca
, as motionless as a statue. H
leave?" V
nty. "The will to survive is
ether, the motel's shabby neo
tly. "But the road home is b
. Fifteen years. Fifteen years of waiting, hiding,
girl in a stained uniform. A nobody who
ttle princess of the
er in Northern California. My mother was Eleanor Beaumont, of the Beaumont family, old-money outlaw aris
p in that world. I ha
ugh the compound in the dead of night. It was not an accident. It was an internal
e flames and carried me out through the back tunnels. He hid me in Charming
d at men who thought I was nothing. But I was not surviving. I was training. I was watching. The Ste
ecome invisible inside their world. Every humiliation bought me another pie
more than a beggar at the table. But a woman who carried the enemy's secrets in her blood-their routes, thei
h then. But I was pati
e bleeding from within. My grandfather was aging. My father was drowning in whiskey. My cousin Dylan was circl
time to
s and gave him a
something like relief crossed his
Kalia. I'll make
Vince. He never asked qu
started the engine. The car
inst the window, wat
had one last
Sterling Knights. Every dollar I gave him, every humiliation I swallowed,
tart-up capital. It would buy me s
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