The old Iron Vipers clubhouse loomed under the blood-red dawn like a fortress of rust and sin. Kane stood at the gates, cold blue eyes gleaming with dark triumph, Emma bound and terrified beside him. Armed men — a mix of surviving loyalists and bought traitors — flanked him. The bounty cameras were rolling live again.
Rogue killed the bike engine, his massive body vibrating with lethal rage against Aria’s back. “Stay behind me, queen.”
Aria’s heart slammed against her ribs. Her body still throbbed from the catwalk claiming — Rogue’s thick c*m leaking down her thighs, mixing with her own juices, her heavy breasts marked with fresh bites visible under the torn shirt. She gripped her gun tighter, wide hips brushing Rogue’s as they dismounted.
Kane’s gaze dragged slowly over her curves, lin
