Evan was alive… because of Cole.
But Mira didn’t know that.
Not yet.
Cole didn’t admit the truth right away.
Because something didn’t add up.
Evan wasn’t the first person to vanish tied to Braddock’s operation.
He was the tenth.
The other nine?
Dead.
Except…
Three days earlier, everything had cracked.
Someone betrayed the Iron Vipers.
Someone inside the club sold information.
Evan’s hiding place—the “safe house”—went dark, like someone had strangled the signal.
And even Cole wasn’t sure Evan was still breathing.
That was why the bar had been tight with tension for weeks.
That was why no one wanted to talk.
That was why the air in The Widow’s Hollow felt dangerous as oxygen.
Cole looked at Mira—really looked at her—and for the first time in a long time, guilt stabbed somewhere in his chest he’d believed had turned to steel years ago.
He’d lost a brother once.
A war-shadow still sat on his shoulders every night.
He wasn’t going to lose another kid.
Not if he could do something about it.
“If anything happens to my brother,” Mira said, her voice shaking—not with fear, but with grief trying to tear its way out of her, “you answer to me.”
People should’ve laughed.
A blind girl threatening a biker king?
But no one laughed.
Because everyone could hear the truly terrifying thing in her words: the desperation of someone about to lose the last person she has.
Cole didn’t scare her.
Losing Evan did.
Cole turned to the bartender. “Get her water. She stays.”
And just like that…
A blind girl had done what no one else could.
She was the first outsider Cole Mercer allowed to sit at his table.
The Storm Exploded
Only hours later, the Iron Vipers’ network roared to life like a kicked hornet nest. Engines thundered in and out. Information ran through short, sharp calls. Deals were sealed in alley shadows. People who’d stayed silent started talking—out of fear, out of old grudges, out of life-debts.
And right when hope flickered…
A body was found outside town.
Male.
Dark-haired.
Shot.
Everything in Cole tightened.
Everything in Mira… collapsed.
For fifteen minutes, the world ended.
Then the truth detonated.
It wasn’t Evan.
The body belonged to Jax Rowan…
Cole’s right hand.
The traitor.
Jax hadn’t been killed by enemies.
Braddock executed him.
He thought betrayal would pay.
Instead, it buried him.
And the story stopped being about a disappearance.
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