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was trapped. If the Coalition High Table saw these Guild-notarized loans, his status as a self-made out

ke it might snap. Then, a dark, treacherous, and i

cument and the top ledger page from the desk. "A Guild loan is only enforceable on the state highway if it carries a Coalition Enforcer's

d ripped it straight down the middle. With a rabid, frantic energy, he shredded

so!" Daryl roared, his veins bulging in his neck. He smashed his

forcers surged into the room, armed with heavy iron chains, steel bats,

first rider who lunged at her. The man went down screaming. I ducked under a wildly swinging tire iron, drove my elbow brutal

-back, a whirlwind of steel and fists. But the office wa

eath knocked out of her, and dropped to one knee. I spun to cover her, but a heavy wrench crashed down onto

of us. Rough, callused hands pinned our arms painfully

but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the raw, calculating, murdero

red throat as he stepped around the desk. "Lock them in her p

h the crowded, staring bar, and across the compound to my workshop. They threw us inside. The heavy steel blast door slammed sh

a ran out from the back office, gasping a

y at the locked door. "Dammit, Jerrica. He tore up the con

lder to test the joint. A cold, deeply pre

iginal, notarized copy of the contract

r anger pausing as

ng up the secondary servers. "If we stayed in the clubhouse, we'd eventually be fi

f the bay. "They didn't lock us in a prison,