ane

er driveway. The house was a sprawling brick compound on the edge of town, a place built on clu

, let the kickstand

lked into the bedroom I had shared with Beau

oden hangers-clothes Judith had picked out to make me look like a tame, res

he deepest corner under the king-sized bed, an

reaked open, releasing the familiar scen

inal insignia of the Iron Ghosts MC, the flaming skull flanked by dual wrench-bones. Beneath it l

the faint moonlight filt

elve years old in the picture, sitting on his broad shoulders with grease smeared across my forehead, grinning like I owned the entire

them we

f them alive. But the nightmare didn't end there. After slaughtering my father and brothers on the highway, the Vultures had tracked down our mother compound. I s

y mother, my sister-in-law, and even my two-and-a-half-year-

They called it charity. They claimed they were honor

f the massive life insurance payout and the

. The agonizing grief that used to choke

r at a dive joint three miles outside the club's perimeter. She wasn't club property,

er voice raspy and sharp. "It's past two in

I said, my voice flat and completely devoid of t

er. "I'm gonna take a tire iron to his teeth. Sloan

from the party. I only want two things from that place: my f

has sworn up and down that bike belongs to

title is inside the safe in the study. I know the combination

atory grin evident in her tone. "When

nd the ledgers right on Judith's breakfast table. When I do, I need a noise

ed and a grudge to settle," Ruby s

dim reflection, my green eyes looked sharp, a world away from

Marcus Keller

a four-speed transmission with my bare hands, how to throw a hook that shatters a

unk, hauled it to the w

. And the Tuckers were going to learn