Hazel’s foot froze mid-step. The old mill loomed behind King like a rotting skeleton, moonlight slicing through broken windows. Twenty-plus Vipers had guns trained on them. The air smelled of rust, river water, and gun oil.Jax’s hand clamped down on her shoulder like a vise, yanking her back against his chest. “Stay fucking put,” he growled into her ear, low enough for only her to hear.King’s smile widened, all teeth and menace. He was taller than she expected, lean muscle wrapped in a scarred leather cut, a snake tattoo curling up his neck. His eyes dragged over her like he was already imagining peeling her out of the PROPERTY OF REAPER vest.Tyler stood beside King, that nervous twitch gone, replaced by a smug little grin that made Hazel want to vomit.“Tyler?” Jax’s voice was ice. “You got something to say, prospect?”“Had to pick a side, Reaper,” Tyler shrugged. “King pays better. And he don’t make me scrub floors and kiss his ass for two years.”Dagger shifted beside them, blee
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