She hears the exhaust before she sees the bike.

The same matte pipes she helped him choose.

Parked outside a motel room that has nothing to do with club business.

Prairie Voss built everything she owns with her own two hands.

Her tattoo studio.

Her name above the door.

Her marriage to Perry, the Rust Fang MC's most trusted man.

She trusted him completely.

She never asked for proof.

She never needed to.

Until the night her employee walks a different route home and stops dead on a service road.

One bike.

One green sedan.

One drawn curtain at room 112.

Perry doesn't deny it.

He doesn't even make her drag it out.

Four times. Four months.

Her name on his lips every time he came home.

But the woman he chose was never just a bad decision.

She was placed there.

A rival operator's spy who used Perry's loyalty to gain access to routes, contacts.

And everyone Prairie's husband was sworn to protect.

Prairie doesn't just walk away from her marriage.

She walks away knowing Perry handed her enemies a key to the lives of people she loves.

Now he's showing up.

Every week.

Not with words.

With actions she finds out about from landlords, contractors.

And the lock on a deed she didn't know had her name on it.