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Chapter 3 Three

Word Count: 1240    |    Released on: 05/02/2026

ounded by motorcycles that probably cost more than my entire year's salary. A hand-painted sign declared it "Wolf Terr

the stupidest decision I'd ever made. The smart play would be to run. Leave Coldwater, chan

would. It meant letting my father's memory be buried under lies. It meant admitting that Ghost

thing once. I wasn't g

epped out. He'd changed since this afternoon, he worn jeans instead of leather pants, a faded Iron Wolves

Not surprised, exactl

our so-called pr

ng." He held the doo

long one wall, the pool table, the leather couches that had seen better days. But there were also photographs covering ever

monsters. Th

w made ever

past the main room toward a hallway. "Dutch is in Pittsburg

keyed a code into a digital lock a high-tech security measure that

h military precision. Along one wall sat a workbench covered in blueprints and engine compone

gesturing to a w

One showed a digital map of the city with various territories highlighte

ngs," I prompted, keeping

uality was poor, filled with the background hum of a bar, but the voices were unmistakable.

ice said. "He knows too much about the supply lines. And his garage

ch's voice replied, sounding tir

e Feds. You know what they'll do to the Wolves if they find out the VP was running more than just

the tape. Then, a heavy si

the desk to keep my knees from buckling. For three years, I had hated the Iron Wolves with a singu

spered. "The preside

helming in the small office. "My father was a coward, Mia. He chose the club over his friend. He

im. My eyes were hot with unshed tears. "He sti

aulty' invoice Dutch created, every bribe paid to the inspectors to shut your father down. And here " he pointed to a smaller stack " is the evidence that V

earlier wasn't just about racing; seeing the meticulous way he'd dismantled hi

asked. "You could have just kept me in

ide, Mia. You don't just have skill; you have heart. And you can't win a champion

e wanted to comfort me, but he pulled back at the last sec

d. It clears your debt, it clears Murphy's Garage, and it gives us the leverage to officially kick the Ravagers o

fed. "With the men

rters. It's the only place I can gua

ng at Marcus Steele. My father had believed in family.

man who was offering me a

s," I said, my vo

mall, dangerous smirk playing on his lip

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