CHAPTER 14: GHOSTS OF THE PAST
Before they could take another step, a roar cut through the rain like thunder — deep, familiar, shaking the very boards under my feet.
The three men spun around fast. Headlights blazed through the downpour, blinding them, and Kael’s Harley skidded to a halt right in front of the porch. He didn’t cut the engine. He kicked the stand down in one fluid motion, swung his leg over, and stood tall in the rain, leather cut dark and glistening, eyes burning like live coals.
Behind him, four more riders pulled up — not Iron Vipers, but men in matching black riding gear, their bikes sleek and silent, their movements sharp and coordinated.
“Step away from her,” Kael said, his voice so calm it was terrifying. “Or what’s left of your crew won’t be recognizable.”
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