He swore the club would come if she called. Then the club voted on her — and no one said a word.
For eleven years, Roz kept the books at the salvage yard her husband's motorcycle club owned. She trusted the men. She trusted her best friend. She trusted her marriage.
Then a fuel receipt didn't add up — and forty-one entries in her husband's handwriting proved he'd been logging fake hauls for thirty-one months. He was guilty. He admitted it. And that was the smaller betrayal.
Because the club already knew. They'd held a vote. Eight to two. Her name written in the minutes as the Vaughn matter — an agenda item, decided in a room she was never allowed to enter.
She left with a bag in her trunk and her maiden name. Four years later, a federal subpoena drags her back to the town that scorned her — where the only man who can prove what really happened to her father is the man who destroyed her.
He'll have to lose everything to earn one word from her. His patch. His father. His freedom. And she'll have to decide whether a man can be trusted twice — with a good life waiting four hundred miles away and a decent man asking her to stay in it.
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