Ryder:
When I say I’m being pulled in every direction—I mean it.
And not in the way people usually whine about. This isn’t some overworked, underappreciated grind. This is the kind of chaos you pray for, the kind you bust your ass your whole life to even touch. And it all stems from her.
Phoenix.
But I’ll start with the facts.
Saint’s Garage? Blowing the hell up. Since the moment people realized Phoenix was his daughter—the same Phoenix who turned the town upside down with her fire-breathing customs and airbrushed tanks—they’ve been lining up like damn pilgrims. But they don’t just want her now—they want him, too. The man who taught her how to bleed oil and solder dreams out of scrap. Saint’s name is gold again, but it’s not just his—it’s theirs.
Savage Saviors MC? Tripled in number
