Old Lady of the Apex Crown

mel

t the hollow of my throat, safely hidden beneath my ther

t Hounds gravel yard was t

r of pneumatic wrenches and the rough laught

e scrap bins, catching my elbow w

two hours ago with a fiberglass cast and a t

ost. French is telling the entire brotherhood you sold your

doors of the main clubhouse banged open

orearm bound tightly in a bulky white cast, flanked b

ench bellowed, his voice echoing across the yard so every

ns out our proud Harrington heiress opens her

dry eyes with a delicate lace handkerchief, though her

Hettie cried out, her voice drippin

ng this club with an heir, you had to throw your body at

gar laughter erupted from the cir

the porch until he was five paces

m his pocket and threw it hard int

l tramp," French snarled, his good hand dropping to

rty and protection. Hand over the master keys to the titanium storage bays,

he dust, then slowly raised my eyes t

k hallway, didn't it, French?" I asked, my voice terr

no patch!" French roared, his face tu

and you're leaving this territory wit

eather jacket, my fingertips brushing agains

n, the earth beneath our boo

ghway, rattling the corrugated steel walls of the

beat-up fleet-it was the deep, synchronized roar o

as

gh the perimeter timber barricade, shattering four-by-four

nding cloud of dust, physically cutting Fre

s long, tree-trunk

k wall of lethal muscle clad in a pri

st was a solid silv

ay thread was the crowned Grim Reaper a

e apex executioner

he blood instantly draining from hi

ke dry wood. "What the hell is an Iron Kings enforc

ven acknowledge F

ned the perimeter once before

heavy strides forward, stopped exactly two paces from my grease-stained boots, placed h

velly baritone cut through th

ersonally to take command

rifyingly silent; you could hear

va, his eyes bulging out of t

ur goddamn mind?! She's my disowned, cheating Old Lady! She just sp

ped toward French wi

heavy black Glock 21 cleared Ga

ide racking back was like a

hard against the center of French's forehead, driving his skul

n whispered, his thumb resting lightly on the hammer, "and I