THE GIRL ON CRUTCHES WHISPERED, “YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE I TRUST” – AND THE BIKER PRESIDENT WENT TO WAR
“Bring the whole house,” Ronan said into the phone, his voice dropping into a register that made the plastic casing hum. “The terminal on 8th. I want thirty bikes on the tarmac in five minutes. And bring a truck. We’re moving freight.” He didn’t wait for an answer. He flipped the phone shut and dropped … Read more