Shattered Claim: The Hidden Billionaire Mechanic

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ss the mechanical keyboard. With a final keystroke, the last intellectual property transfer p

f the office was kicked

row doorway, their arms crossed over their chests. The lead ma

nged a gathering in the central cou

slid it into my heavy leathe

balanced. I don't attend

nd resting conspicuously on the grip of

king, Jackie. You come wit

elts. I didn't reach for my knife yet. A closed h

e bag over my shoulder. "Le

drinking. Nearly thirty patched riders and shop hands stood in absolute silence, their cold eyes tracking me as I walked into the open yard. Most wore their cuts-the three-piece patch on

arm bound tightly in a medical sling, his pale face twisted with bitter malice. Hillary s

rd, resting her bon

onable people here. Misunderstandings happen in a passionate family. Hand over the orig

the table, my boots pla

ign the severance, and the report

d hand onto the table

t have that kind of liquid cash ri

stom touring rigs last month and paid for Hillary's lux

d completely. She set her g

kin intact, girl. Since you refuse to sho

ed her r

ously across the courtyard. Thirty handguns and short-barreled

ldly. "Starve her for three days. Let's see how tight she hol

s stepped forward,

, finding the cold steel handle of t

d giggle from behind the table,

y shoulder, an ear-splitting air rai

ter gates of the comp

traight into the courtyard in tight road formation-Prez leading, VP at the rear, Road Captain watching the flanks. Every rider wore the black leather cut o

drums, kicking up a blindi

g his rear tire around in a perfect ninety-degree dri

Reilly guards instantly lowered their wea

med men around him, strode directly toward me, and pulled a he

way, offering the env

lation complaint. Godmother Hildegarde requires your immediate presence at

nder the pavilion, her v

y dispute! The Council has no jurisdict

y, his hand dropping to the heavy aut

: Hillary Short's use of banned neuro-stimulants on patched brothers, and Jamir Reilly's misappropriation of

her words, stumbl

my thumb. I turned my head, locking eyes with Jamir an

icked the starter, and pulled out behind the Council convoy. The roa