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Steel’s phone rings, and I meet his gaze as he answers it.

“Who?” he asks the person on the other end of the line.

I flip my phone around, showing him the feed. “The ATF.”

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In the three minutesit takes me to walk from the conference room to my bike, I pull footage from inside the clubhouse and find Luna.

She was coming out of my office when the ATF raided. And even though Venom tried to stop them, an agent grabbed her and slammed her head into the doorframe. Her eyes swam with hazy surprise as she found her footing. Eyes as clear as a blue sky, and he made them dim.

He’s a dead man walking. And so is Zane, who I’m certain is behind this.

He’s making a statement that he doesn’t need the Iron Sinners to fuck with us. And right now, I hate that he’s right.

Zane is lucky he’s gone by the time I step out of the club, or nothing would have stopped me from putting a bullet in his head.

I shove my phone in my pocket and climb on my bike. Havoc, Chaos, and I fall into formation behind Steel, weaving in and out of traffic.

If I’d thought I had snapped when Zane was talking about Luna, it’s nothing compared to the rage coursing through me now. I’m a live wire. And clearly, Steel feels the same.

In a situation where the ATF raids the clubhouse, Steel should stay as far away as possible so they can’t tie him to anything they find. He’s lucky he wasn’t there in the first place. But with Tempe and Austin both on the property, nothing is keeping him away from his family—even the threat of prison.

The final stretch of road leading to the clubhouse feels endless. The desert has never been as dry, hot, and infinite.

Before I met Luna, I felt like I was wandering in that desert. I roamed empty land with no hope of finding an oasis. I sipped just enough water to keep me from wishing for things I couldn’t have.

Luna crossed my scorched path and offered me hope. She made me believe I can be a better man.

Zane is going to burn for her.

The Iron Sinners will beg.

The ATF will wish they never fucked with us.

I vowed to protect her with my life when I brought her here, and I meant it.

When the clubhouse is within view, the first thing I see is the lights. Feds surround the front of the compound, and they line a path all the way to the front door ofthe clubhouse. At a distance, there are a few cars in the section of land where the neighborhood sits.

An agent tries to wave us down as we approach, but Steel blows past them. One is reaching for his gun when Havoc rolls to a stop to talk him down. I follow Steel while Chaos pulls over to help Havoc.

The front porch is filled with staff and patch bunnies. One girl is vomiting over the railing, and a few others are coughing. They must have used a smoke bomb when they first came in.

Anyone wearing a cut is lined up in the dirt, on their knees, with zip ties securing their hands behind their backs. Our attorney, Tanner Monroe, beat us here, and he’s arguing with the agent who appears to be in charge.

I search the scene for purple hair, but I don’t see her.

Rolling past an ambulance, I spot Tempe and Austin inside. They’re both awake and talking, but Austin has an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. Gripping my handlebars tighter, I watch Steel storm up to them and wrap them both in his arms.

I cut the engine and climb off as Steel kisses Tempe on the top of her head and says something before peeling away.

I’ve seen Steel work an enemy with a pair of pliers and a crowbar in the Shack. I’ve watched him choke a man to death with his bare hands. I’ve seen him do things that would keep most people up at night. But when he sets his sights on the agents crawling the property, I know I’ve never seen this particular look in his eyes.

“Prez.”

He starts to rush past me, but I hold out my arm, stopping him.

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