Old Lady of the Iron Crown

Chapter 9

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rters, sending empty whiskey bottles, ashtrays, and d

e had demanded a sit-down at the Church ba

unning her acrylic nails down my chest. "Baby, she's bluffing. She's desperate. She probab

e gasped in pain. "If she thinks she can embarrass me in neutral terri

from my holster, racked the slide with a violent

BANG

afening gunshots cut through the heavy rock music instantly,

patched member on two wheels! We ride to the Church

urch bar has strict neutral ground rules. No weapons drawn inside, no

ose-to-nose. "I make the rules in this county! Anyone

arleys roared out of our compound, tearing

, a smug, triumphant smirk plastered across her face. She couldn't wai

with emergency alerts from my dock warehouse, reporting th

ed by the singular obsession of crushing

n sign of the neutral Church bar fl

couple of nondescript, dusty sedans. Not

back in a cruel

itch was com

re skidding through the gravel in a massive clo

neously, the metallic ticking of cooli

rew my chrome 1911 out in the ope

high-heeled boots clicking arrogantl

eavy wooden doors off their latches, the panels slammi

cavernous bar like a venomous crack of thunder. "Get

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Old Lady of the Iron Crown

Edilaine Beckert Romance

“I was sweating on a stained cot in a rundown clinic, enduring agonizing labor to deliver my twins. My boyfriend, Viper, the President of the Raven MC, was right next door. But he wasn't there to support me. He was buying the whole clubhouse a round of drinks to celebrate his new girlfriend's birthday. Instead of coming to see his newborn children, he sent a thug with a loaded Glock and a legal contract. The prospect shoved the cold steel against my forehead, demanding I sign my parental rights over to the club and walk away with nothing. If I refused, he promised to dump our bodies in the swamp. In the hallway, the club girls laughed, calling me a worthless charity case. "Sign the paper, or I leave three corpses in this bed." I clutched my fragile babies to my chest, my heart turning to dead ash. I had given that man my youth and loyalty, only to be discarded like trash. I didn't understand how someone could be so ruthlessly cruel to his own flesh and blood. Before the hammer could drop, a mysterious man in a tailored suit calmly walked in and shattered the prospect's wrist. He took one look at the faded scar on my shoulder, ran a rapid blood test, and revealed a truth that shook my world. I wasn't an unpatched stray, but the long-lost daughter of the most feared motorcycle club president in the country. Now, with a two-hundred-bike army at my back, it was my turn to hunt.”