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“Happy New Year!” Everyone screamed as Maverick crushed his h the rooles, and balloons bounced off his head Mav didn’t pay attention to anything except his wife and her a him back with as much desperation as he felt The kiss went on and on, neither of the to break the connection In the back of his , shouting, and generally being rowdy as fuck

He didn’t care All thathis mouth was now his for the rest of their lives

Mav had everything he wanted So did thenecessary to keep and protect it

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CHAPTER ONE

1985 BURIEN, WASHINGTON

He was a legacy

The s of the Devil’s Tribe Motorcycle Club literally coursed through his blood Started by his great grandpop back in nineteen thirty-one, every ht now, his pops ran the show The old ive or take