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  This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Epilogue

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  Prologue

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  Five Years Ago

  I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw the door to the pawn shop propped open. My gut sank before I even walked in on the scene. Downtown Pawn and Title was supposed to be neutral ground. No one was supposed to know Mike had been supplying The Hellions with firearms through the store. Then again, it had occurred to me that he was probably supplying weapons to several local organizations, which was why he didn’t advertise any allegiances on the street.

  Sometimes it was obvious what was about to happen moments before it happened, despite what the plan was. In this case, the plan was to meet with Titus and come to an agreement that would benefit both of us. I should have known when he chose this spot specifically that he knew about Mike’s connection to us. Something told me he hadn’t really called me here for a meeting. The meeting was just a setup.

  The windows along the front of the shop had thick iron bars over them that were built into the face of the building. They weren’t the kind that were installed later over the windows. These were part of the original brick construction. The metal and glass door also had bars over it, but it was propped open by a set of shelves that had been knocked over during whatever had unfolded inside the store.

  I pushed the door open a little further so I could get in. It seemed heavier that night than it had before, as if it carried its own kind of dead weight. I stepped over a rack that had fallen over and started to walk down the middle aisle towards the sales counter.

  Mike had several rows of display cases showing off the items he had for sale. He carried electronics from TVs and car stereos to video game consoles and computers. He sold jewelry, musical instruments, and anything else people would bring in that he could get a little bit of money for. The sales counter was where he did most of his high-end business, though.

  The sales counter was another glass display case full of his most valuable jewelry. People were always pawning off jewelry. And on the wall behind it, he kept a display rack of guns. Of course, as part of his front for what he really did in the backroom, he kept meticulous records of everything he bought and sold through the pawn shop. Anything that ran through the back was untraceable. His suppliers were mysterious, nameless shadows of speculation, and his customers were anonymous figures who might as well not have existed.

  Glass crunched under my feet as I walked past the smashed display cases in the front of the store. Their contents were spilled out all over the floor. DVD players and old VCRs, every video game console imaginable, car stereos, laptops, and so many things I couldn’t name were strewn across the store. He’d had a few large hunting knives on display in the front as well, but I didn’t see those right away.

  I pulled my gun out of the waistband of my jeans. By the time the night was over, I would wish I hadn’t brought my piece with me.

  I didn’t speak as I crept around the empty, smashed sales counter. I knew that if anyone had been waiting for me, they would have heard my footsteps on the glass out front, but my voice would have drowned out any sounds they made as they advanced on me, so I refrained from calling out for Mike. Something told me he wasn’t going to be able to answer anyway. If the front of the shop was in this condition, I could only imagine what condition he was in.

  I felt like such a fool for trusting Titus to act like he could have some respect for a fellow boss. The scene in the pawn shop made it very clear that this town wasn’t big enough for the both of us. Once I surveyed the damage and got back to HQ, the new plan was going to be to bring him down and make him pay for disrespecting The Hellions. He was also going to pay for what he did to our weapons supplier.

  I looked around at the front counter. There were no signs of any jewelry left from the raid. The back wall was empty, which was no surprise. Anyone would have taken the guns. I wouldn’t have imagined that a single firearm would be left in the building, regardless of who had conducted the robbery.

  I stepped through the dark doorway into the stockroom, where Mike kept anything that wasn’t going on the floor yet. I flipped the light switch to my right, and the room was filled with fluorescent light. It was empty. All of the boxes and bins he kept full had been raided by Titus and his men.

  I kept my cool and remained quiet. I didn’t even breathe heavily. If it had been The Hellions doing this to Titus, we would have had someone waiting to ambush him. So far, I hadn’t seen any signs of anyone waiting for me, but I knew that only counted for so much.

  I closed my eyes as I reached the door to the backroom. I imagined stepping in to find Titus and a few of his men holding Mike in a chair at the table as they waited for me to show up. I tested my grip on my trusty Glock 9mm. I didn’t know what waited for me on the other side of that door.

  The light was already on when I spun around in the doorway with my arms extended, pointing the gun into the room. Titus and his men were not waiting for me. In fact, they’d left me a little present instead.

  Mike sat in the chair across the little wooden table from me, slumped over with his head resting on the table. Except I knew he wasn’t just resting. I stepped around the table and saw the gunshot wound in his head.

  “Dammit, Mike,” I said to the body in front of me. “I’m sorry, man. I never should have agreed to meet Titus here.”

  I would have put money on the type of gun Titus and his men used to do Mike. And I would have been right, because I was holding the same type of gun in my hand. My gut turned to ice in that moment. It was another of those moments when I knew what was coming before it came.

  I backed out of the little back office where Mike handled his real business into the stockroom again. I slid my gun back into my waistband and started toward the front of the store. I knew some shit was about to go down, so I fished my phone out of my pocket to warn the guys that Titus wasn’t coming for us. The law was.

  As soon as I stepped out of the doorway to the stockroom and back into the front room, I saw the lights and heard the voices yelling at me as a couple of uniforms walked in with their guns d
rawn and aimed directly at me.

  “Police!”

  “Stop right there!”

  “Hands where I can see ’em!”

  “Put the phone down!”

  “Get down on your knees, punk!”

  I did as I was told. There was no use in fighting at that point. If there had been just one cop, I might have been able to make it out of there to find a way to put it all back on Titus, but there were at least four of them entering the room. I didn’t stand a chance.

  My knees crunched the glass on the floor as several pieces dug into me through my jeans. I winced, but I knew better than to complain. These guys were walking in a busted up store with the leader of a known motorcycle club walking out of the backroom in front of them. Any excuse at all would have been enough for them to ice me right there, no questions asked. I kept my mouth shut.

  “Hands behind your head!”

  Again, I did as I was told. I wasn’t admitting defeat, I was just biding my time. There was no shame in admitting that Titus had pulled one over on me. In fact, he deserved a medal for being the first local boss to do it, and I was fine with letting him have his moment. He’d earned it. But even as I knelt there on broken glass while more cops poured in through the door to survey the scene, I was already beginning to formulate my plan for revenge. Once all of this blew over, his ass was mine.

  An officer grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands down behind my back. I didn’t resist. I went along with him as he cuffed me.

  “Any weapons or anything I should know about?” he asked in his hard law enforcement voice.

  “Under my vest, sticking out of the back of jeans,” I told him, cooperating.

  “Any knives or anything else, like in your boots or anything?” he asked.

  “No.” I laughed. “I’ve only got the Glock. And before you ask, no drugs or paraphernalia on me either,” I added.

  “Good deal,” he said in an appreciative tone.

  Most of the time, guys like me tried to fight back or smart off, like it would do any good. It just made things worse. I had nothing to worry about from these cops. There was nothing they could do that was any worse than what Titus had already done to me or the MC by cutting out our supplier and friend.

  He stood me up and started walking me out of the store.

  “Care to tell me what happened here?” he asked.

  “What does it look like? Someone broke in, smashed all the display cases, stole some stuff, and iced the owner in the backroom,” I told him.

  “Who was that?” he asked.

  I didn’t answer. I had no way of putting it off on Titus because it had been done in a way to put it off on The Hellions. The investigation was going to draw all the conclusions that had been planned, and the prosecution was going to find me guilty. I knew how this worked. Luckily, we had no ties that could be proven. The only person who might have told them that Mike was anything but neutral was Titus, and he might have even believed that, too, though I doubted he would have gone after Mike if he didn’t think Mike was supplying us with weapons or something else.

  “I didn’t think I’d get an answer from you. Sit tight,” my officer said as he stuffed me in the back of his car and closed the door.

  I sat and watched the front of the store, waiting for them to come out and radio someone to come see about the body in the back. Meanwhile, the lights danced on the store fronts along the street. Mike had been in a quiet section of downtown, where the buildings were still separate, and most of them were one story. There wasn’t a lot of foot traffic down this street. Most of the time, people parked at the curb in front of the store they were visiting, went in and out quickly, and hit the road. The bars on Mike’s windows told the story of this area’s reputation.

  Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched by someone other than the police. I looked around, up and down the street, but I couldn’t see anybody. Someone had to be there to let Titus know the police had taken me, unless the police themselves were letting him know. I narrowed my eyes back at the front of the pawn shop. Titus probably did have someone on the force on his payroll, making my silence even more valuable to my defense.

  After they found the body, I was formally arrested and taken in to be booked. The rest proceeded pretty quickly. They held me without bail until my case went to trial. I used MC money to pay for a lawyer. I knew we couldn’t get me off and put it back on Titus because he was behind the robbery itself, the investigation, and the prosecution, so we just focused on minimizing the charges and the sentence.

  Luckily, the judge wasn’t on his payroll. Titus wasn’t that strong. As they closed the cell doors on me my first day in the pen, I vowed that he would never get the chance to get that strong. I vowed to take him down the first chance I got, whether I found a way to do it from the inside or if I had to wait until I got back on the street.

  Titus Darren was going to pay.

  Chapter 1

  “Sorry about the clouds,” Brodie said when he met me outside the prison. He greeted me with my MC colors and a pair of shades. I threw the vest on across my shoulders and slid the shades on my face despite the overcast sky.

  “What clouds?” I asked my vice president with a smile. It was my first day of freedom in over five years. A cloudy sky wasn’t about to dampen my spirits.

  “It’s good to have you back, brother,” Brodie said, grabbing my hand and embracing me with a pat on the back.

  “It’s good to be back. Now, let’s get out of here before they change their minds and decide to take me back in,” I told him, only half joking, as we walked over to his bike. I was relieved to see that he hadn’t shown up in one of our cars or SUVs to pick me up.

  Instead, we climbed on the back of his sweet black Harley Davidson roadster and tore ass out of the prison parking lot, heading for the headquarters of The Hellions MC. He knew the first thing I wanted to do was get up to speed on what had been happening within the MC since I’d gone into prison on those false murder and larceny charges. Of course, my parole officer wouldn’t be happy that I was heading straight to HQ, but he would be alright. We would make sure he was taken care of.

  Walking out of that prison wasn’t freedom. Freedom was riding through town on the back of a finely tuned motorcycle purring and growling like a predator ready to take down anyone or anything threatening the freedom it offered its riders.

  We pulled up to HQ and hopped off the Harley, but I pulled Brodie aside before we walked in. I didn’t want to be blindsided by anything once we walked into the building. I knew things had changed since I went in. I had heard rumors on the inside over the last few years of members dropping out, getting themselves killed, or getting locked up. I needed to know what was really going on.

  “Hey, before we go in there, catch me up,” I told him.

  “That’s what this meeting is about,” Brodie assured me. “No one is trying to set you up, man. We’re pretty desperate to have you back at this point. It’s been a rough time since you went in.”

  “Believe me, that’s what I’ve heard,” I said, watching my words register in his eyes. “That’s why I’m asking you to tell me what’s going on before the others see me.”

  “We lost a lot of members when you got locked up, brother. They got spooked, and they hit the road. We had a few get ahead of themselves on some things, and they got locked up for stupid shit. We also had a few who thought they didn’t have to answer to anybody anymore. They didn’t think we’d do anything, so we handled them. Now you know. Everyone who is here today has helped me make some hard decisions in your absence, and they’re all ready for you to return. We need a president again,” he explained with a firm grip on my shoulder.

  “Alright, let’s go in,” I said, accepting Brodie’s story. I held my hand out to invite him to enter before me. I may have bought the bulk of his story, but I wasn’t about to let myself get set up. I had already known to watch my back at every turn, but prison had simply reinforced that instinct.

/>   It felt good to be back in the old headquarters building. We used an old abandoned fire station as our clubhouse. The bay where the single fire truck had been housed was perfect for us to park our bikes and still have room for a hangout. The small fenced-in parking lot on the side was good for when there were too many bikes for inside the building. Upstairs had plenty of room for a boardroom and several bunks for when members had to stay to watch the place or sleep the night off.

  The fire department had moved when they realized the need for better accommodations. Basically, once they realized they needed more than one fire truck at a time, they had to vacate or expand. The city had held onto the property for decades, and when they let it go, we stepped in and took it off their hands.

  “Home sweet home,” I said under my breath as we started up the stairs from the first floor.

  I walked into the boardroom to find the rest of our leadership standing around the round wooden table with our name and logo carved into it, waiting for me to return. They applauded and cheered as I entered the room behind our vice president. They patted me on the shoulder as I walked past them to take my seat at the center of the table.