Page 1 of Kash
Chapter 1
Kash
“God damn, this is not how I was expecting to spend my weekend…” I growl, allowing myself the briefest of wry smiles.
Another day, another run in with the law.
But this time it’s different. And I might even be a little worried…
The salt in the air hits me like a slap as I roll into Cresthaven, the coastal town so small it barely registers on a map. I’ve passed through here before, maybe two or three times with the other Wolf Riders. But it’s not the kind of place that I’d ever be drawn to for any other reason than necessity. Which might just make it the perfect place for right now. Or maybe not.
My Harley rumbles beneath me, a low growl that’s been my only companion for the last hundred and fifty miles.
The sun’s dipping low, painting the sky in streaks of orangeand pink, and the ocean crashes against the rocky shore to my left.
It’s peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Makes my skin itch.
Places like this, quiet and tucked away, always have eyes—nosy locals who notice a stranger like me the second I cross their invisible line.
Maybe this place ain’t so perfect for this situation after all.
I ease off the throttle, letting the bike coast down the main drag. Cresthaven’s got one stoplight, a diner that looks like it hasn’t changed since the ’80s, and a general store with a faded sign promising “Fresh Bait.”
A few pickup trucks are parked along the street, and an old guy in a flannel shirt glares at me from the sidewalk, his eyes narrowing at the leather cut on my back.
The Wolf Rider patch is gone—ripped off before I hit the road—but the ghost of it lingers, like a brand I can’t shake.
I keep my head down, my mirrored shades hiding my eyes, and guide the bike toward the edge of town.
I’m here to disappear.
The corrupt cops back home have my name, my face, and a bullshit warrant that paints me as a cop-killer.
I’ve done many bad things over the years. But I ain’t killed a cop. Not then, not now, and hopefully never. And that’s the God’s honest truth too.
I didn’t pull the trigger, but that doesn’t matter when the rival MC, the Black Vipers, suddenly has half the precinct in their pocket.
They set me up, and now I’m a ghost, running until I can figure out how to clear my name. I know I’ve got the support of Clay and the other Wolf Riders, but right now this is on me to keep myself hidden.
In fact, the less contact I have with my brothers, the better. The cops are no doubt watching Clay, Raze, Jace and the rest like hawks. Any movement or suggestion that they’re in touch with me could give away my position, or at least give a clue to it.
So it’s just me. Kash. A Wolf Rider riding solo and undercover.
Cresthaven’s my hideout for now—far enough from home to buy me time, close enough to the state border if I need to bolt. But hiding doesn’t come natural to a man like me…
I’m built for confrontation, not sneaking around like some scared kid. I don’t walk away from fights. I never take a backward step when it’s time to kick ass. But this time…
Hell, I need to make an exception. There’s no way around that. Not if I value my life.
The cabin I rented is a mile past the town limits, a weathered shack perched on a bluff overlooking the Pacific. I found it online, paid in cash through a burner email, and told the landlord—a guy named Gus with a voice like gravel—to leave the key under the mat.
No questions asked.
Gus didn’t give a rat’s ass. All he cared about was getting his money up front. Truth is that he’s probably used to people using his place as a hideout or somewhere to run to when they need to stay out of sight.
