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rdino foothills by dusk, turning

on Highway 18, following the mountain road toward the Storm Mountains. Freezing water hammer

apped tight against my ribs in a sealed

from the support bike of the Sonora

m that night. He didn't know I had hardwired an e

e evacuation coordinates-abandoning six patched brothers to be slaughtered b

ayhem. Under Alliance bylaws, it c

iron ramparts of the MC Alliance Headquarters loomed ou

ont of the locked wrought-iron gates, st

ut of the gatehouse, leveli

, letting the freezing

the guard captain shout

r. "I am invoking Article Twelve of the Alliance Charter! I demand an eme

ter patch on his tactical vest, stepped through the secur

cco into the mud. "The Grand Council is in closed session for the West Coast summit. They don't have time to

ht to present my petition to the presidi

rward, and slammed the composite stock o

H

der, knocking me back two

red, stepping over me. "Now get the fuck off this ridge be

toward the foldin

e, the ground beneath our bo

g roar of heavy diesel engines

Victor shuddered and slowly gr

sive cruisers moving in tight, lethal formation. Every single rider wore the same terrif

he apex predators

y. His face drained of every drop of colo

to a halt less than three feet

en. A giant of a man st

ridge, wearing a custom leather trench coat with the patch

undisputed king of th

ebrow down to his cheekbone. His cold gray-blue eyes swept over the wet gravel

ice was a low, gravelly rasp that cut right th