The Biker's Mistake: Return Of The Heiress

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rated intensely through the concrete floorboards, a grim, physic

amming the final mechanical deadbolt into place with a loud crack. Sh

treak of sweat and grease from her neck. "He wasn't blu

ping deeper into the quiet, heavily reinforced sanctuary of Sector A. The rushing adrenaline from laying out

my encrypted terminal. My fingers rested lightly on the cold, gouged steel of my father's ruined titanium wrenc

utching my hand. Daryl kneeling beside the bed, holding this exact wrench. I could still hear his earnest, desperate voice swearing on his leather

erfectly orchestrated

tention back to the terminal. I rapidly typed in a sequence of bypass comm

res tallying up on the glowing screen. "Jerrica... are you absolutely sure about this? If you freeze the accounts, they'll brand you a

ntirely devoid of warmth or hesitation. "And it decided to bite my

. A massive, staggering number flashed

pure, untraceable cash injections from my private trust. And that doesn't even include the two mil

ing. "Four hundred grand? And that motherfuck

xecuted just three weeks ago. "Daryl submitted a requisition form claiming he needed emergency cash to bribe

t a corrupt state official. It was an elite, appointment-only jeweler in Beverly H

sions. I had personally wired thousands in secret payoffs to rival road captains, paying them to purposely leav

linking red prompt popped up, asking for the master administrator pass

ric override characters I had secret

ggle. I hovered

ic

ry aftermarket parts line, every corporate fuel card, and every e

her wrench. "You just cut their throat right

ced steel blast door of my bay. But the frantic, uncoordinated bang

ly tattooed Sweetbutt who acted as Catrina's ruthless attack dog among the clu

l speaker grille. "Catrina ordered you to hand over the master safe keys and

Then, I reached out and hit the elec

Brenda marched into my bay with her chin held high, reaching a g

garage girl,"

a striking viper. She swung her heavy steel pipe wrench in a tight, brutal

dropped to her knees, clutching her shattered wrist against her chest and shrieking in abso

around the desk to look dow

reat. "If Catrina wants to keep hiding the fact that this club is completely broke from the rest of the Coalition, she better keep her lapdogs on