Ford Callis has worn the Iron Meridian cut for eighteen years and buried a brother for it. What he doesn't have is a paper trail.
So when the club needs a clean face for the charity calendar and a bookkeeper who can make eleven years of bad math look like a small business, Ezra Nunez shows up with a repossessed Honda and a sister in the wrong kind of debt.
Ninety days. A rented smile. A spare room with a lock on it.
Then Ezra finds a payment that shouldn't exist, his sister disappears, and the only person he trusts with the ledger is the man whose hands already know how this ends.
Some traitors get a vote. Some get a ride. And some get Ford.
A fake dating MC romance about chrome, ledgers, and a club that finally earns its name.
