The Betrayed Mechanic Is A Secret Boss

Chapter 7

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s I pushed my Harley past ninety miles per hour on the

ght under my black riding leathers, the du

sers, and swarms of press cameras. Colin stood near the main stage in

, clutching a gold-plated USB drive containing the

nveiling a revolutionary heavy ECU platform tod

Cathy, personally co-developed the Whisper system. It wi

three black SUVs with blacked-out plates appe

xing me in toward the o

nger window with a lit cigar, raising a modif

wide open, the tuned engine screaming a

ed the asphalt behind my exhaus

handlebar-a localized electromagnetic pulse emitt

two flanking SUVs died instantly, their steering locking up as th

renching the wheel of the rema

red black pickups bearing the Iron Phantoms skull em

l crushed like paper as Clyde's SUV flipped through the a

the throttle pinned all t

directly in front of the venue's massive gl

et my hair fall free, my cold gaze piercing the glas

s on their holsters. "Ma'am, this is an i

atte-black titanium badge stamped with the gold

ed his head instantly, and parted t

resh rain, motor oil, and burnt gunpowder cut

hundreds of industry executives and gang le

ssion cracking into panic. "Ashley? How did

B drive to her chest. "She's a thie

cutting cleanly through the quiet room. "Steal? I just came

the crowd, camera flash

on the upper balcony opened, and a dozen executives

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Noah Reed Romance

“I spent three years hiding my true identity to build my boyfriend Colin's motorcycle empire from the ground up. But one night, he walked into our garage holding another woman in his arms, demanding I give up my bedroom because she was pregnant with his family's bloodline. He kicked aside my tools and ordered me to be her nursemaid. "If you can't show basic loyalty, you have one night to clear out," he told me coldly. When I refused and packed my bags, he froze my bank accounts and laughed, claiming I'd crawl back to him once I was starving on the streets. He didn't even notice the sharp metal shelf tearing my back open as his new woman smirked at my bleeding departure. I had clipped my own wings to play the obedient mechanic for a man who recycled street garbage and thought he owned me. I was disgusted with myself for playing this pathetic game for so long, sacrificing my pride for a man who couldn't even read the code I wrote for him. So, I threw his gang's colors into a drum of waste oil and permanently deleted the million-dollar software he was about to pitch to investors. Then, I pulled out my encrypted phone and called the President of the city's most dangerous rival biker club. It was time to show them what happens when you cross the Global Chief of the Nocturne Syndicate.”