le Bye

oothing down her leopard-print blouse

running for scraps. Dariana clutched her stomach, sobbing dramatically as

om my desk, tucked my folding knife into my bo

steel rolling shutter groaned as it rolle

elyn screeched, ducking under the metal before it was even waist-high.

teel workbench. "You haven't touched a throttle since your husband wrecked his

s chest. "Watch your tongue! My mother is a charter w

r biological shortcomings. But Jarret is the President. He needs a boy to carry the patch. Dariana

Evelyn. My coffee

ice. "Evelyn says... for the good of the brotherhood, you must sign over fif

"A trust fund? For a kid conceived in a twenty-dollar m

died in federal custody, and this club took you in! Everything you built her

od r

nd hurled it directly into Evelyn's chest. Lo

ty thousand dollars over thirty-six months! I paid your clubhouse mortgage! I paid the pro

ound their boots. A kid named Toby picked up a receipt with wide ey

eceipt from Toby's hands and tearing it to shreds. "

ery commercial account tied to my name was frozen at eight this m

es went com

second, he whipped out his Glock 19 and levele

accounts rig

nt. Even Dariana took a terri

forward, pressing my forehead directly

in my head in front of four witnesses, and watch the Feds seize this compound

to tremble. His knuck

who hid behind

barrel away from my skull, and

in a panic. "Jarret, put t

egan its slow descent. "Get out before I drop t

into the gravel, cursing

and dialed Doc Strickland-my f

e boys from the armory. We're c