The bikers laughed the moment they saw her—a polite, weary-looking nurse standing in the doorway of their club
The neon sign of the Red Wolf Motorcycle Club buzzed like a dying wasp against the bruised-purple sky, its crimson wolf silhouette snarling down at the rain-slicked parking lot below. It was just past midnight in the industrial sprawl on the edge of Riverton, where the highway bled into warehouses and abandoned rail yards. Inside … Read more