He swore the club would protect her. Then the club voted to lie to her.
Augusta Ballard is the only elevator mechanic in Sable Fork, which makes her the only person who will ever ride the car top inside the clubhouse freight shaft. On a Saturday morning, four feet under the loft where she and her husband first lived, she finds two years of small things that fell through a gap in the floor. A prescription inhaler with another woman's name on it. A photograph, dated.
Wade Ballard admits every word of it. Then she asks who else knew — and he lies for the first time all night.
Because there was a church. There was a motion. And there was a vote, with her name in it, seven to nothing.
Augusta leaves with a union card and a truck and builds a life three hundred miles away that is genuinely good. Four years later a fire kills the oldest patch in the club, and a dead man's will hands her the deed to the clubhouse itself — and a single line about the brother she buried.
Now the man who destroyed her has to lose everything he has before she will hear one word. Not an apology. A price.
A standalone MC romance with a guilty hero, a brutal grovel, and a hard-earned HEA.