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PROLOGUE

CALIFORNIA

FIVE YEARS AGO

PUCK

Motherfucker that burned

The shot was a double, and the fact that it’d coiant tits attached to a stripper with endless legs and a tight ass didn’t hurt one godda ot real

Freedom

Fourteen otten what it felt like, too That sweet, harsh pain that co the surface layer of skin all the way down your throat? Gorgeous Never felt better in my life, and that’s a fact Helped that the queen of body shots had sucked ht after we’d pulled up to the party

Spent the last year trying to decide what I’d do first when I finally got out Kept going back and forth between getting laid and getting drunk, but God apparently has a soft spot for assholes because we’d found one hell of a good compromise

I’d been free nearly four hours now Still felt like a dream The California Depart, up to and including processing aif the cockould change their ured they’d find some way to fuck with my head

FBI, state cops, even Homeland Security—they all wanted a piece of my club, the Silver Bastards MC, and not a ent by inside that they didn’t try to cut it out of et

Not fucking likely

My old man died for the Bastards If I turned, he’d haunt my ass the rest of my life because that shit does not stand in ht? For the first tiht to show those colors off

A hand slapped ht it hurt My fucking ribs creaked

“That patch feel right on your back, brother?” asked Boonie He was the president of the Silver Bastards in Callup, Idaho, and I’d heard hiood Dao, I’d been a prospect and I’d never gotten any special treatment because of my old man That’s hoanted it