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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)

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Levi “Century” Wharton built his reputation on lightning-fast custom builds and stayed far away from drama. Until Saylor Everett walked into The Burnout, and he mistook her for her evil twin.

As soon as he realized his mistake, Century knew the pretty teacher was his. But when her sister stirs up dangerous trouble, Saylor gets pulled into the crosshairs. Century will do whatever it takes to protect the only woman who’s ever made him want to slow down

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CENTURY

The neon sign over The Burnout glowed red through the humid Crossbend night. I parked my bike near the front, killed the engine, and sat there for a moment while the familiar noise of the place spilled through the door. Music thumped low from the jukebox inside, with enough bass to rattle the bottles behind the bar if Fury had the system cranked the way he usually did.

The place belonged to the Redline Kings MC and my club brother. Fury ran it like an extension of himself, which meant it was public enough for locals and racers to drink there, but everyone who walked through the door knew whose turf they were stepping onto.

I’d come by to drop off the keys to Fury’s motorcycle. He’d brought it to me earlier in the week after complaining that the throttle response felt off, which was Fury-speak for “I’m trusting you with my baby. Don’t make me say that out loud.”

The bike hadn’t needed much, just some fine adjustment, a little custom work on the intake, and a few tweaks because Fury liked his machines the same way as his bar—loud and not friendly to idiots.

I worked on custom bikes at The Pit, the garage owned by the club. I built the shit people remembered—especially my custom paint jobs. Customers who wanted something no one else had usually ended up in my bay sooner or later.

Inside, a scarred bar stretched along the right wall. Chrome stools lined the counter, pool tables sat beneath hanging lamps toward the back, and racing memorabilia, club photos, busted helmets, bent rims, and parts of wrecked cars mounted like trophies covered the walls. It was the kind of place where races were celebrated, grudges were buried if everyone was feeling generous, and new ones started if someone had more mouth than sense.

Fury was behind the bar when I walked in, wiping down the counter with a towel. When he saw the keys dangling from my hand, his mouth curved up. He looked like the kind of man people crossed the street to avoid, which was convenient since he usually preferred it that way. The regulars knew better than to make trouble in his bar and outsiders learned quick. Anybody short-sighted enough to disrespect a brother, an old lady, or our colors either apologized fast or found out how hard pavement felt when Fury helped them leave.

I tossed the keys onto the bar in front of him. “She’s done.”

He caught them before they slid too far and turned them over in his hand, his thumb brushing the worn leather keychain. “You fix the hesitation?”

“Yeah. Cleaned up the throttle response, adjusted the intake, and corrected the timing issue you kept pretending wasn’t there.”

His brows lifted slightly, but his mouth twitched because we both knew he hadn’t fooled me for a second. “Bike was fine.”

“Bike was annoyed you were neglecting her.”

He huffed a laugh and tucked the keys into his pocket. “You spend too much time sweet-talking machines.”

I shrugged. “Machines listen better than people.”

“Can’t argue with that.” Fury jerked his chin toward the taps behind him. “You staying for one?”

I should’ve headed back to the garage. I had a custom build waiting, three customer calls to return, and a parts order that Gauge wanted me to double-check before some supplier tried to charge us for imported bullshit that wouldn’t hold up under real speed. But a beer sounded damn good.

“Yeah.” I slid onto a stool near the end of the bar. “One.”

Fury poured a pint and set it in front of me. “Famous last words.”

“I’m not an overeager prospect trying to prove I’m not a lightweight. One means one.”

“Half the people sitting at my bar say that before they start making bad choices.”

“Half those assholes have poor impulse control.”

Fury barked a laugh. “And the other half lies.”

I shook my head, my lips tipped up in amusement before I took a drink. The beer was cold and felt good going down my throat after being out in the humidity that was always around in late August in Florida. A couple of brothers were playing pool near the back while a group of young, local racers argued over a replay on one of the big screens mounted over the far wall.

I was halfway through the beer when trouble walked up wearing too much perfume and stumbling slightly in high heels that didn’t belong in a place like this. Her body was poured into a short, tight dress that was low enough not to even pretend to be subtle. She probably would’ve attracted plenty of men but did absolutely nothing for me except make me wary of the fact that she was drunk, swaying, and headed straight into my space.

“Hi.” She drew the word out as she slid onto the stool beside mine without waiting for an invitation. “You’re hard to miss.”

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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)

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Curtis Harrison is finally home.
After nearly twenty years away from his club and family, he’s more than ready to put down roots.
Theodora James is desperate.
After the death of her father, she’s been raising her two children alone, doing everything she can to keep them safe from her ex’s terrifying family.
Neither of them has any idea how their lives are about to intersect…all because of a favor that the Aces and Eights Motorcycle Club owed Teddy’s father.
What starts as an uneasy agreement based on duty and necessity transforms into something deeper and the line between truth and fiction quickly blurs. But, when loyalties are tested and tragedy strikes, Curtis and Teddy must decide whether or not the reality they’ve created is one worth fighting for

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Chapter 1

Teddy

“Three p.m.,” I confirmed. Then I hung up the phone, stuffed it in my pocket, and looked around.

Our townhouse wasn’t anything special, but we’d made it our own in small ways. It was furnished when we moved in three years before, and we’d managed to keep everything in excellent condition. Walking over to the TV stand, I pulled down the three photo frames on the shelves and stacked them on the coffee table. Behind the unit, I unplugged the TV that I’d saved for months to buy and the gaming system my kids had received as a gift. It was secondhand, but whoever’d turned it in to the pawnshop had barely spent any time on it. Sucked for them, good for us.

As soon as I’d finished wrapping up the cords, I pulled the knitted blanket from the couch, slung it over my shoulder, picked up the gaming system and photo frames, and carried them to my room. I set them on the end of the bed. My bed set, nightstand, and dresser had come with the apartment, but the painting over the bed was mine, and so was the bedding. Moving to the wall, I took down the painting and carefully propped it against the side of the bed. Then I went to the closet, pulling down the sweatshirts, coats, and dresses stored there, complete with the hangers. I stacked them on the bed and went back for more. When that was finished, I pulled out the three bins stored on the floor and the plethora of shoes. Behind all those things were the boxes I’d stashed for just that moment and a small overnight bag.

Pulling out my dad’s little pocketknife that I’d carried since he died, I flicked it open and cut the cord holding the stack of boxes together. I had packing tape in my nightstand drawer. Five minutes later, the boxes were built. I packed the overnight bag first. Then the shoes and the clothes from the closet. The picture frames from the living room and some from my nightstand and dresser. The little ceramic upside-down umbrella that held my rings at night. The small lamp that my parents had received at their wedding. After that, I emptied the dresser from the bottom up, tightly packing the rest of my clothes. I stripped the bed and packed the gaming system above the pillows and below the sheets and comforter.

I carried the last of the empty boxes and the bag into the bathroom and left them there. Then I moved into the second bedroom, pausing in the doorway to look it over. The bed was mine from when I was a kid—twin-size, dark wood, heavy. The dresser and shelf below the window weren’t anything special. Secondhand, and not that great to begin with—they wouldn’t be a huge loss. I stripped the bed first, then moved to the closet, pulling everything out so I could get to the boxes and backpack stored there. Then I packed, only pausing to jog downstairs to the garage for my tools to take the bed apart.

I was efficient. Quick. Every movement had purpose. I went from one bedroom to the next. Then the bathroom. The kitchen, where I picked through the contents, pulling out the things that we’d accumulated since we’d moved in. Cans of food. Boxes of cereal and rice. Cleaning supplies. In the end, the cupboards were bare beyond what had come with the place, and I had two boxes of kitchen supplies and two bags of garbage. It killed to throw away the contents of the fridge and half-finished containers of food, but it couldn’t be helped.

It took two hours to give the place a quick clean and take out the garbage bags—four of them by the time I was done. Half an hour to get my toolbox into the back of my truck and tied down—it was heavy as hell and awkward as fuck to push up the ramp. An hour to carry the bed and boxes to the garage, stacking them in the truck like a game of Tetris around the toolbox and folded-up ramp. I wrapped the television in a moving cloth I’d had folded in the corner of the garage for that purpose and laid it flat on top of the boxes.

I’d just finished securing the truck bed with every tie-down I had when the front door opened and footsteps thundered onto the hardwood in the living room.

I’d made good time.

“Did we get robbed?”

“We didn’t get robbed…I don’t think.”

“I think you’d know if we got robbed,” I announced, stepping through the garage door. “I doubt they’d mop the floor and dust.”

“What’s goin’ on?” my ten-year-old, Finn, asked, looking around blankly. “Where’s our stuff?”

“Moving day,” I announced, making my fifteen-year-old’s head snap sideways to look at me. “It’s loaded up.”

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Down & Dirty – Rage (Dirty Angels MC – Next Gen #2) Read Online Jeanne St. James http://www.ilovenovels.com/down-dirty-rage-dirty-angels-mc-next-gen-2-read-online-jeanne-st-james Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:35:44 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/down-dirty-rage-dirty-angels-mc-next-gen-2-read-online-jeanne-st-james Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Authors: Jeanne St. James Series: Dirty Angels MC - Next Gen Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)

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Will history repeat itself? Not on his watch…

Ashton Dougherty can’t deny that his road name fits him.
Rage doesn’t know why a restlessness consumes him, but it’s always been there. Hanging over him. Because of this, his patience is short and his temper is long.
He’s the fourth generation in his family to sit at the table as an officer for the Dirty Angels MC. His club has ruled their territory since his great-grandfather founded it back in 1974. As the sergeant at arms, it falls on his shoulders to guarantee everyone is protected and to make sure their legacy continues for future generations.
Only now, new threats have emerged. To his club. To his family.
But he won’t let them destroy everything the generations before him have built and will do whatever’s necessary to defeat them.
Even if it means unleashing his rage.
Especially after they hurt the only woman who can cool the fire raging inside him.

Note: Down & Dirty: Rage is the second book in the Dirty Angels MC: Next Gen series, a spin-off of the original DAMC. It’s highly recommended to read this series in order because of ongoing plot threads. As always, each couple gets their own HEA

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Glossary of Terms

Sled - Slang for a motorcycle

Cage - Slang for a vehicle with four wheels instead of two

Strange/Randoms - Sexual partners who are strangers/random people

Bid - Prison term

Screw - Correctional officer/prison guard

SCI - State Correctional Institution

Sweet butt - A club girl. They hang around the MC and service the patched members in different ways

House mouse - Normally a young woman who lives with a member for free in exchange for cleaning and keeping up his house

Ol’ lady - A woman considered property of a club member, similar to wife or girlfriend

Scratch - Money

OG - Old Guard - The older DAMC members

Backpack - Passenger on the back of a motorcycle

DAMC - Dirty Angels MC (Angels)

BFMC - Blood Fury MC (Fury)

BAMC - Blue Avengers MC

DKMC - Dark Knights MC (Knights)

AFMC - Angels of Fury MC

The DAMC Family Lineage

You can download this list from my website here: https://jeannestjamesauthor.com/products/damc-lineage

THE JAMISONS:

Zeke (Trouble) & Zane Jamison (Chill) – Zak Jamison & Sophie’s sons

Hudson (Wheels) & Sawyer Stone (Jigsaw) – Slade Stone & Diamond’s (formerly Jamison) sons

Adrianna & Gage Lincoln – Andrew Lincoln (Linc) & Jayde’s (formerly Jamison) daughter & son

Liam & Laney Jamison – Axel Jamison (Blue Avengers MC) & Bella’s (formerly Dougherty) twin son & daughter

Alexis (Lexi) & Avery Jamison – Jag Jamison & Ivy’s (formerly Dougherty) daughters

THE DOUGHERTYS: (pronounced dock-erty)

Violet, Indigo, & Scarlet Dougherty – Diesel Dougherty & Jewel’s (formerly Jamison) daughters

Ashton (Rage) Dougherty – Hawk Dougherty & Kiki’s son

Patrick (Trick) Dougherty – Dex Dougherty & Brooke’s son

Chance (Ghost) & Boone Ryder – Ryder (Shadow) & Kelsea’s (formerly Dougherty) sons

OTHERS:

Cait Moore, Lily & Emmalee Tate – Dawg & Emma’s daughters

Phoenix (Nix) & Lyric Alexander– Crow & Jazz’s son & daughter

Asia & Caleb Moore – Magnum (Dark Knights MC) & Cait’s daughter & son

Beck & Brielle Cross-Nash - Nash & Cross’s adopted twin son & daughter

Jacob (JJ/Jagoff/Joker) & Gabrielle (Gabi) McKay - Crash & Liz’s son & adopted daughter

Jordyn & Sydney Briggs – Brick (Shadow) & Londyn’s twins

Piper Sterling – Steel (Shadow) & Kat’s daughter

Tyler & Taylor Walker – Walker (Shadow) & Ellie’s son & daughter

Leo (Grim), Cruz & Dakota Delgado - Hunter (Shadow) & Frankie’s sons & daughter

Grizz & Mama Bear - deceased – Jazz’s grandparents

Ace Dougherty - deceased – married to Janice (deceased) - Hawk & Diesel’s father

Allie Dougherty – deceased - Ivy, Dex & Bella’s mother, Ace’s & Annie’s sister

Annie Dougherty – deceased – Kelsea’s mother

“Doc” Dougherty – deceased - DAMC Founder – Ace, Allie & Annie’s father

Rocky Jamison – deceased - married to Ruby (deceased) – Jewel, Diamond & Jag’s father

Bear Jamison – deceased - DAMC Founder – Mitch & Rocky’s father

Mitch Jamison – deceased - married to April - Zak, Axel & Jayde’s father

Next Gen Character List

Note: This list will be updated after each book in the series

CLUB OFFICERS:

President - Trouble - Zeke Jamison

Vice President - Chill - Zane Jamison – Co-manager at Shadow Valley Pawn

Sgt at Arms/Enforcer - Rage – Ashton Dougherty – Manager at Heaven’s Angels Gentlemen’s club

Treasurer - Cruz Delgado – Works at Shadow Valley Gun Shop & Range

Secretary – Chaos - Beck Cross-Nash – Works at The Iron Horse Roadhouse

Road Captain - Wheels - Hudson Stone – Works at Shadow Valley Body Shop & Towing

OTHER CLUB MEMBERS:

Nix – Phoenix Alexander – Future Manager at Green Leaf Wellness

Trick – Patrick Dougherty – Future employee at Green Leaf Wellness

Gage - Gage Lincoln – Asst Manager at Green Leaf Wellness

Jigsaw – Sawyer Stone – Works at Shadow Valley Fitness

Hook – Carver Hanson - Tow truck driver at Shadow Valley Body Shop & Towing

Lucky – Van Carson - Bartender at The Iron Horse Roadhouse

Irish – Tiernan Cahill – Works at Shadow Valley Gun Shop & Range

Iceman (Ice) – Flynn Wheeler – Works at Shadow Valley Gun Shop & Range

Havoc – Xavier Flores – Future employee at Green Leaf Wellness

Grim – Leo Delgado – Shadow - Former Army Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) Specialist

Ghost – Chance Ryder – Shadow

Reaper – Clay Wyatt – Shadow - Former Marine Recon Sniper

T-Bone – Tyler (Ty) Walker - Shadow

Jagoff - Jacob McKay Jr. (JJ) – Prospect – Works at The Iron Horse Roadhouse

Tick – Prospect – Works at The Iron Horse Roadhouse

Shrek – Prospect - Works at The Iron Horse Roadhouse

Gerbil – Prospect – Works at Heaven’s Angels

Pugsy – Prospect – Works at Heaven’s Angels

CURRENT OG MEMBERS:

Zak – Zakery Jamison

Hawk Dougherty

Diesel Dougherty

Jag – Mick Jagger Jamison

Slade Stone – Manager at Shadow Valley Fitness

Dawg – Dawson Tate – Manager at Shadow Valley Gun Shop & Range

Dex – Dexter Dougherty

Linc – Andrew Lincoln – Asst. manager at The Iron Horse Roadhouse

Crow Alexander

Crash – Jacob McKay Sr. – Manager at Shadow Valley Body Shop & Towing

Nash – Graham Nash - Member of the band Dirty Deeds

Rig

Coop – Manager at The Iron Horse Roadhouse

Rooster – Works at Heaven’s Angels Gentlemen’s Club

Jester – Works at The Iron Horse Roadhouse

Olly – Works at Shadow Valley Body Shop & Towing

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Dull – Doormat Read Online Sam Crescent http://www.ilovenovels.com/dull-doormat-read-online-sam-crescent Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:35:43 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/dull-doormat-read-online-sam-crescent Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC Authors: Sam Crescent Advertisement

Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)

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Boring. Predictable. Invisible.

That's how Clarissa has always seen herself.

She was never meant to marry Lorenzo Vitale. The arranged marriage was supposed to be her sister's—until a gang attack left her sister dead and Clarissa standing at the altar instead.

Crushed by grief, Clarissa buries herself in hobbies and routine, keeping everyone at a distance... especially her husband. She doesn't know how to be a wife, and trusting Lorenzo feels impossible.

Losing her almost changes everything.

Determined to earn her trust, Lorenzo vows to become the husband she deserves. But when Clarissa remembers one small detail from the day her sister died, he realizes the attack wasn't as random as everyone believed.

If Clarissa was the real target, then someone has been lying.

As buried secrets come to light, Lorenzo must decide how far he'll go to protect the woman he loves... and whether their marriage can survive the truth

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Chapter One

“Old and dull.”

“Stiff as a board.”

“She’s the backup plan”.

“We planned for this.”

Clarissa sat in her sewing room and stared at the start of Lorenzo’s present she had not touched since the night of that fateful party. She got to learn how he really felt about her, and it had been an eye-opening experience.

She knew her husband wouldn’t have any feelings for her. They were not meant to marry. Life had a horrible way of crapping on everything. Her beautiful, smart, loving, amazing sister was supposed to marry Lorenzo Vitale. Not her. But that had gone horribly wrong.

“You can’t die. Don’t die.”

“I love you, Mouse. You got this. It’s on you now to make the family proud.”

Clarissa kept looking at the suit.

Her sister had been blonde, beautiful, slender. Everything came natural to her. She was only fifteen, but Clarissa saw what a light she was. For ten years, Clarissa was the mistake, the daughter their parents wished they didn’t have. She put her hands on her knees and turned to look at her sewing machine.

“No one wants me, Grandma.”

“Hush, child, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not pretty enough. I’m not good enough.”

She reached up and touched her face as the memory of her grandmother cupping her face came back into her mind. It had been so long ago, but it felt as if it was right now.

“You’re a beautiful girl, Clarissa. Do not compare yourself to your sister. You have so much to offer.”

What did she have to offer, really? Her husband found her boring and dull.

Getting to her feet, she stepped out of the room and made her way down the small corridor, but she didn’t go to the kitchen. Instead, she went outside, into the cold autumnal air.

Halloween was once again fast approaching. It had been a year since all of this had happened. She couldn’t quite believe a year had passed since she overheard her husband’s true thoughts about her. There was no way it could be lies, could it?

Although, her three friends went through similar experiences. Liana was called a doormat. Mia was childish. Tatiana’s husband had a mistress because she was boring in bed. As for herself, she was boring, dull, and stiff in the bedroom.

She wrapped her arms around herself and stared out into the night sky, hoping for anything. A sign. Some peace. This pain was too much for her to bear. Liana and Mia had been able to move on and forgive their husbands. According to both her friends, the men had lied. Clarissa didn’t believe Lorenzo had lied. She believed he’d been telling the truth.

There was nowhere for her to go. Her parents claimed they would be there for her, but the truth was, this marriage was nothing more than a business deal. It had been agreed between her and Lorenzo’s family when her sister was fifteen years old. In fact, the night before she died, this engagement had begun. Clarissa had been ten. And he had to wait ten years for her to be of age for this marriage to take place. A business deal.

She took a deep breath, aware of the guards that were always ordered to give her space and keep patrolling the grounds. There had been an attack within the past year, but Lorenzo had saved them both.

She looked up to the sky. She missed her grandparents. They were the only ones who understood her. Clarissa held her dying sister in her arms, trying to stop the blood, but it had soaked through her hands. For a long time, she couldn’t speak, could barely move. She remembered her father wanted to have her committed, and if it weren’t for her grandparents, he would have done so.

Sewing and other crafts distracted her. She no longer went out to school but was homeschooled. For six years after her sister’s death, she lived with her grandparents. The only reason she went back to her parents was because her grandparents got sick and then passed as well. Her grandmother always told her to be happy, to love her sewing, and to just take the time to enjoy life. She had tried.

She thought she might enjoy being married, until that night she heard her husband say those horrible words about her to his friends.

“You shouldn’t be out there,” Lorenzo said, surprising her as he stepped out into the cold. He was in the process of removing his jacket and as he moved toward her, she pulled back, not wanting him to touch her.

“Clarissa, you’re going to make yourself ill,” he said.

“I’m fine.”

She couldn’t feel her arms, and she looked toward Lorenzo. It had been hard to marry him. She didn’t know if her sister had any real feelings for him, but it felt like a betrayal.

“I’m just offering you my jacket,” he said. “You’re going to get sick.”

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Griffin (Kiss of Death MC #16) Read Online Marteeka Karland http://www.ilovenovels.com/griffin-kiss-of-death-mc-16-read-online-marteeka-karland Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:30:45 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/griffin-kiss-of-death-mc-16-read-online-marteeka-karland Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Marteeka Karland Series: Kiss of Death MC Series by Marteeka Karland
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Kiss of Death doesn’t scare easy. Steel Serpents want Veda? They’ll have to come through me.

Veda — I went into Enclave Éclipse looking for the truth about my missing sister. I walked out with evidence of murder, trafficking, dirty cops, corrupt judges, and a target on my back. The Steel Serpents want me silenced. Nashville’s most powerful men want my proof buried. Then Griffin, a dangerous Kiss of Death MC enforcer, pulls me out of the fire and into his world of blood, vengeance, and outlaw justice. He’s brutal, protective, and impossible to resist. And when he calls me his, God help anyone who tries to take me.

Griffin — Veda Garrison should have run from me. Instead, she aimed a gun at my chest and dared me to betray her. Big mistake, sweetheart. Now she’s mine to protect, mine to crave, and mine to keep alive. Her evidence could destroy a trafficking ring, ignite a war with the Steel Serpents, and expose men powerful enough to own the law. They want Veda? They’ll have to come through me.

Warning: Adult themes including kidnapping, sex trafficking, and political corruption, which may trigger some readers. Protective ex-con hero, HEA, and, as always, no cheating, no cliffhangers

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Chapter One

Veda

Four months of work fit inside a hollowed-out pen pressed against my sternum. Ten minutes ago, I decided this was the last night I would ever set foot inside Enclave Éclipse. The back office held its usual smells. Lemon furniture polish from the cleaning crew that came through Tuesdays and Fridays, the dry-paper musk of ledgers stacked four deep on the metal shelving, and underneath all of it the faint sour note of Carl Pruitt’s cologne, which he reapplied every afternoon at three like a man trying to mask his lover’s perfume before he went home to his beautiful wife.

Carl’s desk sat in the middle of the room, the dominant feature. Oversized, mahogany veneer, the leather chair behind it big enough for a man twice his size. The bottom drawer was the one I had photographed last, the one where the master ledger lived under a false bottom that any auditor with a ruler would have found in nine seconds. Carl was not bright. He’d been skimming off his bosses for a year and change, and that, I suspected, was about to matter to Carl in a very huge, very permanent way.

I crouched behind the second shelving unit with my knees pressed together, trying to keep my breathing slow and shallow when I heard the front buzzer go. Then the hallway door. Then the murmur of voices that did not belong to Carl.

I froze when the office door opened and four men walked in. Carl came first, walking on his own but not by choice. His collar was already dark with sweat and his hair stuck to his forehead. Behind him came two men I had never laid eyes on. But the man who entered last almost made me whimper in fear.

I’d seen Iron twice before, both times here at the club and only from a distance. He was broader up close. The tattoos that climbed up the side of his neck disappeared into his short beard and shaved head. His gaze swept the room and stopped at the desk. He noticed the open ledger on top of it that I hadn’t had time to put away. He noticed the chair. He didn’t notice me, because I sat very still and I had picked my hiding place in week two for a reason. Thank God I had a small, wiry frame.

“Sit,” Iron said.

Carl sat. The leather chair sighed under him.

Iron walked to the desk. He looked down at the open ledger. He looked at Carl. He did not raise his voice. In fact, he used all the inflection he might if he ordered a cup of coffee. “Someone’s been going through the books,” Iron said, still not raising his voice. He tapped a thick finger on the open ledger. “These numbers are wrong.”

Carl’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I keep everything --”

“You’ve been skimming, Carl. That’s fine.” Iron smiled, a bare flash of teeth. “Everyone’s got their hand in the cookie jar. But someone else has been keeping their own set of numbers. And that’s not fine.”

“I don’t -- I swear to God, I wouldn’t --” Carl’s voice cracked.

Iron snatched Carl by the hair and slammed his face into the desk with a wet crack. Carl’s nose sprayed blood across the ledger pages. Iron hauled him up by the hair, Carl’s feet barely touching the floor, and slammed him down again. This time the sound was different, duller, and Carl’s legs kicked once and then stopped moving entirely. Iron let go. Carl slumped sideways in the chair, his head lolling, one hand flopping limply against the desk edge before he slid to the floor.

I pressed my hand flat over my mouth and watched Carl’s hand from my hiding place. I kind of felt bad but Carl was a swine and he deserved everything about to happen to him.

Iron turned to one of the other men. “Clear the hallway.”

The man nodded and left the room. Seconds later, I heard the thud of something heavy hitting the wall, a muffled shout cut short, then the scrape of something being dragged. The door opened again, and the man returned with two of the hallway workers, a young man with a sleeve of tats and a woman with her dark hair in a tight bun. Both had their hands bound behind them with zip ties, both looked like they’d been smacked around. Terrified didn’t begin to describe the pair.

“Against the wall,” Iron said.

The two men pushed the workers to the far wall. The woman tried to speak, her words slurred through what was probably a broken jaw. “Please -- we didn’t --”

The shots came before she could finish. I couldn’t be sure because I didn’t have a direct line of sight, but I thought they’d both been shot in the head. Blood spread across the laminate wood flooring in a dark pool.

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The hockey MVP everyone adored had a secret. Her name was Laina, and he’d been hiding her for seven years.

She sat in Section 308. Row 14. She bought her own ticket to watch her husband play because he never gave her one.
She introduced herself as a “friend.” She practiced the word in the mirror until it stopped making her cry.
She wore his ring on a chain under her shirt. She moved to the guest room when he stopped noticing she was there. And when she finally accepted that the man she married would never say her name out loud…
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It was the first lie Laina Blackett had ever told.
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Chapter One

Alba

I hate my father.

And I hate what he is making me and my two sisters do. Of course, Chiara and Viola love it. Anything to make them the center of attention. I don’t mind. While my sisters got my mom’s perfect gene, I got the one that drove my father crazy. They had beautiful blonde hair, slender figures. They walked into a room and men adored them instantly.

As for me, I heard I was called the ugly duckling of the family, with mousey-brown hair and brown eyes. I could look at a cupcake and gain three hundred pounds, or at least that was what it felt like. My sisters could eat what they wanted and never gain a pound. Trust me, I know this, because they liked to regularly tell me their weight and how gorgeous they looked. I do love my sisters, at least I think I do.

Love is that fickle emotion I’ve read about in books, but we’re talking about the love between a man and woman. When it comes to my sisters, I care about them and never want anything bad to happen to them. Anyway, both Chiara and Viola were excited about the situation we were in.

My name is Alba Marini, daughter of Roberto and Alice Marini. My father is a Capo in the Serra Mafia, and there are protocols. I’m not sure exactly what has happened, but it is up to my father to put one of his daughters forward for marriage. He has three daughters and two sons. Both my brothers were already married off. Marriage in the Serra Mafia is nothing more than a business contract.

We all know what goes on behind closed doors. My parents are somewhat of an anomaly within the Serra Mafia. They had an arranged marriage that by some twist of fate turned into a love match. My father doesn’t have a mistress, though I know a lot of men within the Serra Mafia have more than one woman on the go. The bonus about being the ugly duckling is you become invisible, which makes you forgettable. There are a lot of people who continue to have really deep, meaningful conversations while I’m still in the room within hearing distance.

There is a lot of stuff I know about the Serra Mafia that would make other people’s heads spin. My sisters only care about keeping to a lifestyle. They don’t know where that money comes from, but I do.

I know some of the servants are in fact trafficked. Men and women taken from their lives, beaten into submission, and then worked for no money. I hate it, but there’s nothing I can do. I’m bound by my heritage. The only thing I can do is leave money or gifts, and I certainly don’t allow anyone to take care of me. I clean up my own messes, and I don’t make their lives hard. In fact, there were a few servants at home I’ve taken the blame for when they broke cutlery, just so they wouldn’t get punished.

My parents were different in many ways, but not in the way their world worked. They were just as bad, just as involved as other Capos within the Serra Mafia.

So, what was different about this?

We stood in my father’s office, my sisters dressed like they were on dates. I was in my usual slacks, plain t-shirt, with a cardigan over the top. I held a book in my hand, and yes, it was a romance book, because why not? Life might suck, but books provided an outlet that nothing else could.

We’d just been told that Odin Kemp would be arriving in a matter of minutes, and one of us would become his wife.

Odin Kemp was not part of the Mafia. To many, he was a bastard. His name stoked fear and resentment across the whole Serra Mafia. I heard his name whispered as if he was some kind of bogeyman. I’d never seen anyone so feared, and yet Odin was the Devil. At times, it was like they were afraid to even mention his name. That fear made me curious.

I didn’t understand why I was here. He would never go for me since I was the ugly duckling of the family. There was a time that made me sad, but now I wear that badge with honor. I am who I am, and I’m not changing. I’m brown-haired, brown-eyed, with curves, and no man has ever looked at me with anything other than dismissal.

It was kind of funny when Chiara looked at me.

“You couldn’t at least try?” she asked.

Chiara was the prettiest, and she was also Daddy’s favorite. I was the youngest, Chiara the middle, and Viola the eldest. Our father said he was waiting for the right match.

The truth was, my two sisters were picky, and I had no prospects. At this rate, I was going to die a spinster, and I’d be happy about that. Only, I don’t want cats. I’m not a cat woman, I prefer dogs. I think it’s something about the fact cats would eat their owners when they die, whereas dogs would rather curl up against you and die with you. Morbid, I know, but I like that kind of loyalty. Dogs are loyal. They are loving, nothing like humans.

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Not A Gentleman (Don’t Date Him #7) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.ilovenovels.com/not-a-gentleman-dont-date-him-7-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:24:36 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/not-a-gentleman-dont-date-him-7-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Don't Date Him Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Ramsey

I sat in the college campus coffee shop and waited for Nadine to show.

She was a professor at the University of Arkansas where she taught sociology.

She, of course, was late.

Really, really late.

I glanced at my watch again and realized that she was so late that it likely meant that she wasn’t coming.

How surprising.

It’d been the same old song and dance ever since I’d found out that she was pregnant.

I’d been pretty neutral about finding out that she was pregnant.

It wasn’t like I wanted kids—I was in the fuckin’ military for Christ’s sake with no end in sight—but I wasn’t opposed to having them.

When I’d found out, I’d said that I would be there every step of the way.

Only, she hadn’t wanted me there every step of the way.

She’d wanted me gone and never missed an opportunity to share that she didn’t want me there.

I’d had to fight for everything that I got timewise with my kid, and she literally fought me at every turn.

Hell, I hadn’t even realized she’d had Dean until three weeks later.

Which fucking sucked, because I’d missed having time off with him before I’d had to go back to work.

I’d gotten to see him for six short hours before I’d been forced to return to the base, where I’d then been sent out on a mission.

The next time I got to see Dean, he’d been two months old and terrified of me.

Apparently, Dean had never been around another man.

I’d learned from a private investigator that Nadine had been a lesbian, and she’d wanted a child. But she and her girlfriend had been too poor to go the route of in vitro. They’d tossed a fucking coin to find out who would be pregnant, and Nadine had won.

Nadine had gone out one night with her girlfriend’s permission and had fucked the first dumb bastard that gave her attention—that dumb bastard being me.

They had intended to never tell me, but Nadine and her girlfriend had had a stroke of conscience and had thought…we should tell him. But he’s military, so he probably won’t care anyway.

Well, I had cared.

I’d wanted to be a part of my son’s life.

But it’d become so increasingly hard to do that that I’d had to leave the military.

I’d gotten a place in Little Rock and had fought to see Dean.

Only, more often than not, Nadine violated court orders and never showed up for our court-mandated swaps.

I saw Dean so rarely that the kid freaked way the fuck out any time I finally got him.

And, since Nadine was still breastfeeding, I never got to keep him long enough to get him used to me.

I was just a random man who took him from time to time.

But today, that would change.

Today, we were going to discuss what the rest of our time looked like.

I now had a court order from a judge that declared that I would be given every other week with him. From now on, we shared fifty-fifty custody.

To say that Nadine was pissed would be an understatement.

But this time, she couldn’t go about violating court orders, or she wouldn’t be seeing her kid at all.

Those were the judge’s exact words.

Which she hadn’t liked hearing.

Today, we’d be meeting to discuss what this fifty-fifty custody looked like for us.

Except, she hadn’t showed.

She was now two hours late, and I was on my fourth cup of coffee.

I stood up to get a refill.

“You drink anymore,” the cute brown-haired girl with her nose buried in a nursing book called out as I passed. “You’re never going to be able to sleep tonight.”

Little did she know that I had trouble sleeping, but it had nothing to do with the amount of coffee I consumed.

I’d clocked the woman the moment I entered the store.

She was sitting in the usual booth that I preferred, which was in the corner of the room with my back to the door.

She’d been scanning her surroundings so much that I would’ve guessed she was ex-military if it wasn’t for the youthfulness of her face.

She was twenty-one, max.

“Yeah, I’m sure it won’t help,” I admitted as I walked away to get another refill. After the barista handed it back I stopped at the young woman’s table and said, “You should take a break. No way you can retain the information you’re cramming in there without one.”

She looked up and smiled, and my heart arrested in my chest.

Damn, she was pretty.

Short and curvy, she had tits for days, long brown hair that fell in waves around her shoulders and to the tabletop in front of her, and gray eyes the same color as mine.

Damn, she’s pretty.

I’d been trying not to look at her so closely this entire time.

“I’m about to leave,” she sighed. “It’s getting dark, and I don’t like walking home after dark.”

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Lula spent years telling Raff exactly why he’s not her type.

He’s an outlaw biker: carefree, reckless, wholly unserious, and the biggest flirt she’s ever met. She’s the accountant who cooks the books for the mob. Lula likes order. Spreadsheets. Five-year plans.

Then one mistake destroys everything she’d worked so hard for.

Desperate to fix it, she sets out to find the man who ruined it all. Which means accepting help from the one man she’d been telling herself she doesn’t want but might just be exactly what she needs

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CHAPTER ONE

Raff

Look.

I didn’t mean to start the bar brawl.

Sometimes, shit just happens.

Did shit happen a lot around me? Yeah. Sure. Especially since I started doing the lion’s share of the trips through the South to procure weapons for the club by myself. I liked being on the road. The others weren’t as big a fan.

I’d been laid up for a long time with a knife wound to my thigh. I had some extra steam to blow off.

Besides, could I even be blamed for this one?

The woman climbed up on the bar herself.

She spread the line of salt between her tits, set the tequila shot glass on her bellybutton, and the lime between her teeth.

Was I really supposed to not lick, sip, and bite?

How was I supposed to know her boyfriend would walk in and get all butt hurt about it? It wasn’t like she was branded with his name.

Fine.

She was.

But it was a tramp stamp.

How was I supposed to see it until she climbed off the bar?

By then, I had a fist the size of a fucking catcher’s mitt in my face.

And, hey, it’s hard to apologize when you have a mouth full of your own blood, y’know?

The problem was, the dude came with a whole group of his friends. And his friends got into it with my friends. Bones were breaking. Blood was flying. The distant sound of sirens was drawing closer.

“We gotta go. We gotta go,” York said, snagging my wrist and dragging me up off the floor and pulling me toward the door.

Velle and Dixon followed us out the door, the Florida heat slapping us in the face as soon as we stepped outside, the humidity making sweat bead up on my brows and scalp as we ran toward the bikes parked in the lot. Mine was borrowed since I came to Florida with an old beater sedan that was outfitted to hide the guns I purchased from various shows or private sellers.

Our engines roared to life, and we pulled out of the lot and down the street just as the cops made their way into the bar parking lot, sirens blaring, red and blue lights flashing.

My face was throbbing in time with my heartbeat as we drove through the swampy backroads on our way back toward the clubhouse in Golden Glades.

I swallowed back more of my blood and ran my tongue across the gash on the inside of my lip where the punch made my teeth bite into the sensitive flesh.

“The fuck happened?” Huck, the president of the club, asked as we pulled into the driveway and parked.

“Bar fight,” York admitted.

Huck’s gaze slid right to me. “What’d you do?”

“How’d you know it was me?” I asked, smiling with blood in my teeth.

“Because Coast and Remy are retired from the bar life,” Huck said.

“You gonna tell on me to Daddy Slash?” I asked, meaning my club chapter president.

“Pretty sure he can see it for himself when you make your ass back to California,” Huck said, shaking his head at me. “I was looking for you,” he added.

“What for?”

“I got a call from Zayn. He wanted me to put in an order.”

Zayn was an international arms dealer connected to the Golden Glades club. But because his clients wanted more weapons than Huck and his club could feasibly supply on their own, I picked up extra guns on my travels to sell to Huck, who unloaded them to Zayn.

“I just gave you half of what I had.” Slash would not be happy if I came back to Shady Valley with an empty car. Which either meant I dealt with his anger… or I extended my trip and picked up more guns on my way back.

“No, this is for a specialty gun. Specially built, if you know what I mean.”

I knew what he meant.

One of my club brothers, Sway, was with a woman who was a weapons designer. But she made all the shit herself. Which meant it wasn’t cheap.

“That’s gonna cost,” I warned.

“Trust me, this client can pay.”

“Alright. I’ll talk to Murphy as soon as I get back to Shady Valley. Put her in touch with you, and you can figure it out from there.”

“Good. Appreciate it. Now go ice that eye before it swells so much that you can’t drive your troublemaking ass out of here tomorrow.”

It might not have sounded like it, but Huck loved my trouble-making ass. He was a president who found reckless behavior more amusing than frustrating. It probably reminded him of his early life before he settled down and started a family.

I made my way inside the clubhouse, snatching a frozen bag of peas out of the air as it was thrown at me.

“How’s everyone’s damage?” I asked, looking around at York, Velle, and Dixon. Velle had a split lip and bruised jaw. Dixon’s shirt was ripped and bloody from his nose taking a hit. But York, that mammoth, lumberjack fuck, seemed mostly uninjured, save for the splits on his knuckles.

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Street (Devil Daddies MC #5) Read Online Pepper North http://www.ilovenovels.com/street-devil-daddies-mc-5-read-online-pepper-north Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:23:52 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/street-devil-daddies-mc-5-read-online-pepper-north Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Authors: Pepper North Series: Devil Daddies MC Series by Pepper North
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Helping a drugged Devil Daddy wasn’t the only risky move Rosa had ever taken.

The newest member of the Devil Daddies MC, Street works hard to prove himself. Who knew his attempt to spy on the Ravagers’ plans would end with a slip of a woman driving his beloved motorcycle? Now, his rescuer needs protecting and Street will do everything in his power to keep her safe.

Rosa Serrano has survived on her own since she was fourteen. Staying under the radar has forced her to work crappy jobs where they don’t ask questions. She should have stayed quiet, but the last guy the Ravagers targeted met a bad end. Can she truly trust the tough biker whose caring Daddy dominance calls to the woman she’s buried deep inside?
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Chapter 1

Street struggled to open his eyes, but the silence that surrounded him provided the final push. He looked up into filtered sunlight coming through the rafters above him. Raising a hand to his aching head, Street discovered he’d clenched a fistful of dried grass. Instantly, he shook it away. What the hell? Was he in a barn?

Levering himself up onto one elbow, Street stared at the stacks of hay bales and the shimmering dust motes that danced in the sunlight. No rev of motorcycle engines or car horns sounded around him. He was definitely not in the city any longer. Sitting up, he struggled to push away the throbbing headache so he could concentrate. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to center himself.

Get it together, Street.

“Hey. I thought you’d sleep for a few more hours.”

Street turned his head toward the sound as he opened his eyes. Instantly, his vision spun. “Fuck!” he said, groaning. He relaxed slightly as he spotted the brown-eyed woman who had rescued him.

“Yeah. Probably not a good idea to look around too much. Thank goodness you’d only had a bit of that spiked beer before I got to you. You would have woken up in the hospital with a lot more wrong than a headache, I’m afraid. Or maybe not woken up. The Ravagers don’t mess around.”

A flashback to the previous night popped into his mind. Street had visited a known Ravager hangout to gather information for the Devil Daddies MC. Already on edge in enemy territory, a crash had distracted him from the beer bottle in his hand for a split second. The young woman’s whispered warning from behind the sheltering drape of her long hair had alerted him that he was in trouble. He processed the new information that this wasn’t the first time the rival MC had drugged someone on their turf. Pissed, he growled, “The Ravagers did this?” to confirm his suspicion.

“Or their associates. You must have really pissed off the motorcycle club.”

Searching his brain to remember the name the manager had called her, Street said, “Rosa, right?”

The petite woman moved to perch on a hay bale close to where he sat on the ground. “I’m impressed you remember. I guess I shouldn’t be. You seemed to figure out most of the threats in that bar quickly. Unfortunately for you, not all of them. Were you there gathering information?”

“Just checking out the bar,” Street answered cautiously. “Any idea why the Ravagers would target me?”

“Wow! You think I’m stupid, huh? Not a nice way to view the woman who saved your ass back there.”

Even with the worst headache ever, Street regretted trying to fool her. “You know who I am?” He studied the thin brunette with deep dark eyes that seemed old for her age. He suspected immediately she hadn’t led an easy life—at least not recently. Street understood that lives took sharp turns sometimes. Five years ago, he’d left the military and jumped on a miserable, corporate path to working himself into a grave. Thankfully, he’d realized his soul died a bit more each day he sat behind a desk. He’d chosen a change. Street suspected Rosa had not.

Pull back on the protector urge, Street. He forced himself to focus as she answered.

“I went through your bike while you were napping. You’re Street. Cool biker name. With the Devil Daddies MC.”

Of course, she’d rifled through his saddlebags to find the cut he’d stashed there before heading into Ravager territory. “Yeah, I’m Street. Where are we?”

“An old farm outside of town. I was friendly with the owner, but he passed away a few months ago. I guessed his son would only be interested in selling. This isolated spot was the first place that popped into my mind. The Ravagers won’t find us here.”

Street studied her, trying to think. The headache and the lingering fogginess from whatever drug they’d used to spike his beer still scrambled his brain. “Thanks for getting me out of there. I need to send word to my MC.”

“I plugged your phone in to charge. I’ll get it. And some water.”

Watching her walk away felt completely wrong, but he kept himself from protesting. Street forced himself to struggle to his knees and then pushed himself up to his feet. Wobbling unsteadily, he counted his effort as superhuman and collapsed onto the bale where Rosa had sat.

Why is she helping me?

The Ravagers would exact their revenge on anyone who dared to interfere with their plans. Rosa wouldn’t be safe in town with them around. Resolve stiffened his spine. He would make sure she was okay.

“One hundred percent,” her quiet voice announced as she walked through the open barn door, waving his phone to clarify she referred to his battery strength. She handed him a cold bottle of water and two tablets. “Ibuprofen.”

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Brogan “Stryker” Rourke took the skills he learned in the military and built the Black Crowns MC into an empire. Their territory was vast, with only one parcel of land needed to complete it—the Rutledge Ranch.

Jacqueline Rutledge came to Sable Canyon to honor her grandfather and build her horse rehabilitation dream. She never expected Stryker to help when trouble came for the ranch. Or that he’d move into her house and make it clear no one gets to Jacqueline without going through him first

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PROLOGUE

STRYKER

Grief was a real fucking bastard. It settled into the corners of a man’s life like dust, coating everything so gradually you didn’t realize how much weight you were carrying until something familiar suddenly felt different.

For the past week, mine had lived in the south-facing window of my office, giving me an unobstructed view of the land where Otis Rutledge had spent most of his life.

Nothing inside the room had changed since I’d learned he was dead. My desk was still covered with operational reports from Black Castle Security, acquisition projections for Rook Holdings, and three requests Judge had marked urgent. And the former JAG lawyer who’d become the legal eagle for the Black Crowns, Rook Holdings, and its subsidiaries wasn’t prone to exaggeration.

The framed military commendations my mentor had insisted on hanging remained lined up with mathematical precision behind me. The photographs from the earliest days of the Black Crowns still showed younger, harder versions of men who had somehow believed building a motorcycle club, a security company, and a legitimate corporate structure at the same time was a reasonable plan.

My office looked exactly as it had before Otis died, but every time my gaze drifted toward that window, I felt the loss tighten beneath my sternum with a pressure no amount of discipline could force away.

I had buried men I’d served beside, and ones I’d commanded, whose families had looked at me as though I might explain why their sons, husbands, or fathers were coming home beneath folded flags. Those losses had taught me how to compartmentalize grief without denying it, because a leader who fell apart merely handed his weight to everyone beneath him.

Losing Otis struck somewhere different, though, because long before anyone called me Stryker, I had been an angry kid who carried resentment like a weapon and looked for excuses to use it. I’d been headed toward becoming the kind of man who believed fear and respect were the same thing. Otis had seen through that shit within an hour of hiring me. He had put a post-hole digger in my hands, pointed toward a collapsed section of fence, and told me that if I wanted to spend the afternoon furious at the world, I could at least make myself useful while I did it.

He never raised his voice when I rushed a repair or tried to hide a shortcut beneath fresh boards. He would stand beside whatever I’d built, rub one weathered thumb over the mistake, and look at me until irritation burned hot across the back of my neck. Then he’d make me tear the whole fucking thing down and start again, because a fence would fail if I built it wrong, and whatever depended on that fence would pay for my laziness.

Somewhere between resetting posts, mending gates, throwing hay, and learning how to calm a frightened horse without trying to overpower it, he changed the direction of my life. If I worked past dinner, another plate appeared on the kitchen table, but he never framed the meal as charity or asked questions I wasn’t ready to answer. He just told me to wash the dirt off my hands before his wife saw the mess, then expected me to carry my dishes to the sink when I was finished.

Otis understood that pride could make a hungry teenager refuse kindness, so he disguised it as part of the job until I was old enough to recognize what he had done.

He taught me that strength without control was nothing more than another form of weakness, and the ability to hurt someone mattered far less than the judgment required to know when violence was necessary. By the time I enlisted in the Army at eighteen, I no longer wanted to prove I was stronger than everyone around me. I wanted to become capable enough to stand between dangerous people and those who had no way to stop them.

That purpose carried me through selection and into Delta Force at twenty-two, where it was sharpened into something lethal beneath the command of the man who eventually became my mentor. He was the one who gave me the name Stryker after watching me become the operator he sent through a breach when speed, precision, and overwhelming force were the only things likely to end a mission without dragging it into a prolonged fight.

Years later, while I was still active duty and spending more time overseas than in California, he listened when I told him Sable Canyon offered the land, access, and isolation we needed to build something permanent. He bought it and founded the Black Crowns Motorcycle Club—brotherhood first, business second, violence only when justice demanded it.

I had thought myself an occasional adviser with a motorcycle and a standing invitation to the compound. My mentor had considered me a founding member and settled the disagreement by sewing a founders patch onto my cut while I was deployed, then informed me after the fact that the matter was closed.

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