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Contents
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Preface
Dedication
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Motorcycle Club Breakdown
Prologue
1. One
2. Two
3. Three
4. Four
5. Five
6. Six
7. Seven
8. Eight
9. Nine
10. Ten
11. Eleven
12. Twelve
13. Thirteen
14. Fourteen
15. Fifteen
16. Sixteen
Epilogue
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Steel Dragons MC – Arizona
This club was founded by a Varga and has been led by a Varga until this very day. Current President is Genevieve Varga, daughter of Victor Varga. The Steel Dragons were once at odds with their rival club, Hell's March, until Genevieve Varga killed their founder, Tazo Chino. She took over leadership of that club, hoping to merge them one day.
Hell's March MC – Arizona
Hell's March was founded by Tazo Chino, uncle to Quinton Chino. He created Hell's March after being exiled from the Steel Dragons for attempting to kill his own brother, Quinton's father. Instead of becoming President, he assigned the position to Barrett Brown and remained incognito leader until his death at the hands of Genevieve Varga in retaliation for his part in her mother's capture and death. Barrett Brown was also killed by Genevieve Varga in retaliation of his rape and torture of her, and in turn, making her the new President of Hell's March. She relinquished the title to her stepbrother, Jaeger Varga.
If you haven't read the Steel Dragons MC trilogy, I would suggest starting there for a better understanding of the characters. Dragon Slayer
Dientes Afilados MC – Nevada
Long-time allies with Steel Dragons MC and avid hunters of the people who deal in the skin trade industry. Their President, Papi Loco, is a man on a mission to clear out Nevada of pedophiles and rapists, often using The Viper, Delia Montez, to help with the extermination. Their names are a little out there, so is their humor, but they are good men fighting a great cause.
Highway Knights – Nevada
Long-time rival to the Dientes, the Highway Knights are deep in the trenches of the skin trade industry. Their former leader, Tazo Chino, found himself on the wrong end of a Varga blade in a battle, leaving the Knights to run with their tails tucked between their legs. But they weren't completely defeated, not with the powerful assassin as their Enforcer. The Beast.
If you want to read more about the Dientes and Highway Knights, you can do so in my co-write series with R.E. Bond called, Reaped. It's completely separate from this book and is not needed for understanding of this MC world, but it's still pretty darn great! The Reaper Incarnate
The scent of iron hits the back of my nose, feeling thick in my throat as I swallow it down. My face is dripping with blood, and when I lift my hands up in front of me, it drips from each finger like a leaky faucet.
Humanity slips away more and more each day as I sink into the sessions of torture, drawing death out with long, enticing slices of my blade. The Grim Reaper and I have perfected our dance of death. He lets me twirl in carnage before sweeping in to steal the show with an epic finale.
Living a double life for years, I found balance in the crack that nestled itself between my two halves, but now I’m whole, no longer straddling the line of two personalities. It’s freeing not having to hold back the desire for depravity and constantly proving myself worthy of the people around me.
“Viper!” His voice is like steel, cold and unforgiving, and so familiar it makes me turn on the spot.
My heart stirs as I take in his rich umber skin and autumn-gold eyes. The organ in my chest is trying to beat out a rhythm so deep in its muscle memory, working desperately to remind me of the song.
He tilts his head, showcasing the rapid flutter of his pulse at his neck, and holds out his hand. Long fingers and neatly trimmed nails that are capable of saving someone’s life. I suck in a breath as my heart gallops faster.
Ajani.
“Everything is okay now,” he says gently as he takes another step forward. “I’m here.”
My body begins to tremble as the cold of the concrete under my bare feet sends ice through my veins. I blink to bring the room into focus, seeing the blood on the walls and the bodies on the floor.
Leather cuts lay discarded in tattered pieces on the floor, yet none of them belong to the man I seek.
“Can’t leave yet,” I grunt as I turn to the body I was just skinning. “Haven’t found him.”
“Delia, please!”
Delia.
Dark curls, cerulean eyes, and a weak nature filled with emotions.
I don’t know where she is, she’s no longer here.
I am The Viper.
My childhood memories are a murky place, clouded by grief and abandonment. The moment I learned of my mother’s death, they receded into the darkest recesses of my mind, a defense mechanism designed by my trauma to keep them safe. Maybe? Or to give way to the anger that created the monster I would eventually become.
Despite that dismal corner of my mind, two memories stand out during my childhood. One is of my brother, Diego, on the day he was shipped off to a private school in New York because he’s a genius. I suspect my father wanted him away from the likes of Hell’s March. The other holds the scent of pancakes as it wafts through our house, a morning staple for every one of my birthdays.
This memory is of my sixth birthday, a morning I spent with my mother, alone and content. We ate pancakes, she painted my nails, and we watched Beauty and the Beast because it was my favorite Disney movie.
I doubted that memory for many years, believing my mind conjured a fantasy to fuck with me because the woman who did all that couldn’t be the same one who wrote “I can’t stand you or your children any longer,” to my father before slicing her wrists in the bathtub ten years later.
It’ll be forever ingrained in my mind because I was the one who found it and her.
My father followed her soon after by pressing a gun to the roof of his mouth and blowing his fucking brains all over our garage. Diego was forced to leave med school in New York, disrupting the prestigious life he was no doubt working toward, to take our father’s place as Medic of the Hell’s March. It’s what was expected of him and he didn’t disappoint. He never has.
The Montez name had been held in high regard forever, holding some of the most loyal men and ride-or-die women, until me. I’ve tarnished it with my anger and craving for revenge. I began to hate my mother, despise my father, and I spent my life searching for a reprieve in the death of people who deserved it.
Now everything has changed.
My best friend, Genevieve Varga, has unearthed the truth. My mother was killed to teach my father a lesson in loyalty and he failed when he bit into the metal of that barrel.
But I won’t fail.
I’ll find the man who hurt my mother, and I will once and for all get the revenge I’ve always been searching for.
I won’t come back until I do.
The gavel hits the wooden block, its finality echoing around our heads. “Ajani and Quinton, stick around a few minutes,” Jaeger Varga, our President, requests.
Quinton, the Vice of Hell’s March, leans back in his seat, his hazel eyes flicking from me to Jaeger. It’s been a crazy transition period these last few months with having our club merge with the Steel Dragons, a rival club from the point of our conception.
Our brothers file out of the room as Jaeger pulls a cigarette from his vest pocket and lights the tip, inhaling deep and making the ember burn bright. If someone told me a year ago that a Varga would be at the helm of Hell’s March, I would’ve ordered them a detox for spouting delusions.
“I spoke with Malik this morning,” Jaeger begins as the last brother leaves, closing the door softly. “Genni has sent a mole into the Knight’s compound in Nevada with the intention of prospecting.”
Genni, or Genevieve Varga, is Jaeger’s stepsist
“Has Delia made an appearance there?” Saying her name hurts, the three syllables sending agony through my chest.
“No, not yet, but three Knights were found brutally dismembered in the desert, their remains picked over by vultures. Sounds like The Viper to me.” He pushes back his wavy brown hair from his forehead as smoke rings float from his mouth. My chest constricts as my lungs deflate with the last of my breath. The Viper.
Delia Montez, my best friend’s little sister, has been the love of my life and the bane of my existence for the past five years.
The first time I laid eyes on her I knew she was the one. It didn’t matter that I had just become a prospect for Hell’s March or that I was beginning to become close with her brother. It was inevitable from that point forward, I would never truly have ownership over the organ in my chest again.
“What are we going to do?” Quinton asks as he leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the table as his shoulder-length, black hair sways around his shoulders. He’s been harboring a mountain of guilt because he believes all of this is happening because of his family. Or really just his Uncle Tazo, the man who created Hell’s March in retaliation for being exiled from the Steel Dragons with the sole purpose of wiping out his enemy, Victor Varga’s, club.
He nearly succeeded until he pulled Genevieve Varga into the fray and underestimated how hot her need for revenge burned. That’s how he ended up with her knife in his throat and his club taken over. Genevieve Varga gave Hell’s March over to Jaeger and she is now the President of Steel Dragons MC, and the first female one at that.
I’ve long understood never to judge a woman by her gender. They’re the greatest creators on this Earth. You give them a seed and they’ll hand you back a life, but just as easily, they can take it all away. It’s the qualities given to make-believe Gods that reside in front of us here on Earth, and yet, we still live in our delusions of their weakness.
“Diego is in talks with Dientes Afilados MC in Nevada. They’re looking for her and he’ll let us know if they find anything else.” His eyes flick to me, the empathy in their black depths making me straighten in my seat. “How many patients do you have in Medical right now?”
My brows crash together as I work through his question. “Two. Davis’ road rash and Cruz’s gunshot to the shoulder. Both are nearly healed.” My heart races as I try to figure out why he would need to pull me out of Medical. Could he be sending me after my girl?
“I think Rockz can oversee them and work the bar while you do a run.” His mouth begins to tip upward as his eyes narrow on Quinton. “How’s the shot these days?”
“As good as it’s been any other day,” Quinton snaps back, making Jaeger chuckle. Quinton is our sniper, and even though he’s a great shot, nothing comes close to the Montez siblings, with Delia having just a slight edge over her brother due to her lack of empathy when she has her eye trained down the sight of a gun.
“What run?” My mouth is dry as my heart continues its torturous rhythm.
“I told the Dientes I would send a few guys over to Nevada to help them out. They have a Highway Knight skin run they’re intercepting and would benefit from an extra sniper and medic.” He’s not sending me as an extra medic, he’s giving me the chance to chase my girl without making it a public declaration. It’s obvious what’s been going on between me and Diego’s little sister, but Diego has yet to open his eyes to it. Maybe he’s choosing not to see it. I haven’t spoken to Diego about my feelings for his sister yet because she begged me to wait, but it’s been nearly five years.
Delia was sure we wouldn’t last, thinking I’d one day resent her for the darkness that seems to overtake her sometimes. She feared I would ruin my friendship with her brother for nothing, but she’s everything to me.
“Thank you,” I tell Jaeger with an appreciative nod.
“You can thank Genni for what I’m about to tell you next.” He sits back in his chair and takes another drag of his cigarette, his eyes squinting at me through the smoke. “The man Delia is hunting is known as The Beast. He’s a Highway Knight Enforcer. He may wear their cut but he was always Tazo’s man. With the mole inside their compound, we’re hoping to get his movements along with the club’s movements for the Dientes. I spoke with Papi Loco and he hasn’t seen Delia yet, which means she hasn’t dropped by to stay with them in the weeks she’s been gone.” His words only send shards of ice along my spine.
Dientes Afilados MC came to our aid when we were fighting Tazo, the Knights, and the cartel. Papi Loco, their President, along with his son and Vice, Loquito, were sent by Delia who has helped them in the past with her skills.
They won’t find her in an MC compound, Delia is too far gone to stay with anyone. I doubt she even recognizes herself in the mirror after all this time.
“What does Diego say about this?” I ask, because it’s strange he hasn’t already left Arizona to hunt her down.
“She was doing well with communication up until last week. He wants to head out to find her but Genni thinks it’ll only make Delia stay away longer. She thinks you will be able to bring her back.” He gives me a knowing grin as I run my fingers through the growth on my chin.
“And what does Diego think of that?” I keep pressing because there’s more to this than he’s letting on, and if I walk into a trap later when I finally head home, I’d rather know about it in advance.
Diego may spend most of his time at Genni’s house, but he comes home every now and then when his girlfriend’s four other boyfriends become a little too much.
“He reluctantly agreed for Genni, but I bet he has questions.” Jaeger puts out his smoke in the ashtray on the table, then grins at me, his face telling me everything he’s not saying. I’ll be having a confrontation with Diego later and it’s about time.
I want him to know just how I feel about his sister and I’m ready to finally set free the love I’ve been hiding inside. It’s been taxing on my heart to suppress it for so long and it’ll be a relief once it’s out. I believe our friendship can withstand it, especially when he realizes she’s more than a dalliance.
The door opens and Davis walks in, his arm still bandaged and the right side of his face pale as his skin heals. “I heard you’re heading out on a run,” he states as he closes the door behind him and sits at the other end of the table from Jaeger. “I want to go.”
It’s strange how much he looks like Genevieve and no one pieced together their half sibling connection sooner. Their hair is the exact same shade, their facial features are so similar, and their eyes are both blue, but where Genni inherited the dark blue of her father’s, Davis inherited the light blue of his. Everything else they share with their mother.
“Are you feeling up to it?” Quinton asks, his eyes scanning over Davis and lingering on the bandages.
“I need to get out on the road.” His eyes have a manic look in them. “Or I’m about to shoot anything that moves in front of me.”
Davis has been having a hard time since finding out the horrible things Tazo did to his and Genni’s mother, and instead of grieving and visiting her grave like Genni does, he’s bottled it all up, letting the pressure mount inside of him.
“We could use another hand,” I say as Jaeger nods his approval, and Davis visibly relaxes, shooting me a grateful look. He’s always been a good guy, even though his father, our former President, was a no-good piece of shit. Thankfully, Barrett didn’t care too much for his only son and Davis turned out better for it.
“Alright, the three of you will head out and I want constant reports back.” Jaeger stands from his chair and leans his hands on the table. “Delia is important to Genni and she’s important to our clubs. Bring her back in one piece.”
That’s going to be an impossible task and Jaeger doesn’t even realize it. Delia is no longer herself, she’s been gone too long. When we find her, we’ll be looking into the deadly eyes of The Viper.
