For eleven years she was the loyal wife of an outlaw motorcycle club president, until she learned he had another woman—fourteen times.
The affair cut deep, but the real ruin came from discovering that the brothers she had fed, protected, and bailed out had known before she did.
She stopped being the good old lady, took twelve crates from their clubhouse, hid a gun under her thigh, and drove the only road the club controlled.
You do not steal from an outlaw motorcycle club and walk away, especially when the cargo belongs to the president himself.
Now the same men who once called her family have every reason to hunt her, yet they talked around her for more than a decade as if she were not listening.
She knows their roads, their rules, and their secrets, and if the husband who betrayed her wants her back, he will find that some damage cannot be repaired with an apology.
