Three years ago, Wren Halloway buried her brother and stopped asking questions. Then Dax Kessler walks into her motel with a bullet in his shoulder and a confession on his lips: he killed Toby. He was president of the Ashborne Vipers, Toby was dirty, and the club voted. Wren should hate him. She does. She also knows the Vipers are still bleeding, and the man who set her brother up is still wearing a patch. So she makes a deal with the devil on a Harley-go undercover as a new old lady, find the traitor, and watch the man who killed Toby tear his own house down. She doesn't expect the heat. She doesn't expect the nights. She doesn't expect Dax to put her first when it costs him his chair. Some betrayals you survive. Some you ride out of.
