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Old Lady of the Iron Crown

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1150    |    Released on: 22/09/2026

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medallion back, panic clawing at my ribs. "No. This is

ingers locking around my wr

atching the light as his gaze drilled into mine. "You carry the pure, u

urned the corners of my eyes. "A

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ening screech of ripping metal tor

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my cot, raising both suppressed pis

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ck leather armor swept thro

endary three-piece crest: IRONHORS

machine guns, sweeping every corner with the leth

yder, he snapped his weapon down an

. "Perimeter is sealed five blocks out. State police have

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d, slowly removing his leather cap. "Look at

g into something dark and protective. "Can you hold

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slow nod of f

forward, lifting the entire iron frame of my cot with effort

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of black chrome, burning halogen headligh

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d on every adjacent rooftop, laser

eight-wheeled armored medical coach, its pneumat

ly into his arms, carrying me up the illumin

ward with quiet reverence, taking the twins and plac

lass, I watched the sea of two hundred roaring

that followed was he

ther parted down the m

light, their boots striking the pavement with the heav

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ed raven hair, her gaze burning with terrifying intensity, her cu

ooking down out the window w

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Old Lady of the Iron Crown
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“I was sweating on a stained cot in a rundown clinic, enduring agonizing labor to deliver my twins. My boyfriend, Viper, the President of the Raven MC, was right next door. But he wasn't there to support me. He was buying the whole clubhouse a round of drinks to celebrate his new girlfriend's birthday. Instead of coming to see his newborn children, he sent a thug with a loaded Glock and a legal contract. The prospect shoved the cold steel against my forehead, demanding I sign my parental rights over to the club and walk away with nothing. If I refused, he promised to dump our bodies in the swamp. In the hallway, the club girls laughed, calling me a worthless charity case. "Sign the paper, or I leave three corpses in this bed." I clutched my fragile babies to my chest, my heart turning to dead ash. I had given that man my youth and loyalty, only to be discarded like trash. I didn't understand how someone could be so ruthlessly cruel to his own flesh and blood. Before the hammer could drop, a mysterious man in a tailored suit calmly walked in and shattered the prospect's wrist. He took one look at the faded scar on my shoulder, ran a rapid blood test, and revealed a truth that shook my world. I wasn't an unpatched stray, but the long-lost daughter of the most feared motorcycle club president in the country. Now, with a two-hundred-bike army at my back, it was my turn to hunt.”