He chose his MC over my life. So I built an empire of my own. Eighteen months ago, Declan Mercer left me to die in the lawless stretch of the Dead Mile to protect a profitable club truce. I screamed for him on the radio. He ordered his men to stand down. So I saved myself. Now, it’s his little sister trapped in the exact same hellhole. Declan is at my gates, no longer a king, but a desperate man begging for my rescue team. I’ll get her out. But my price is his crown, his club, and every vow he ever made. What Declan doesn’t know is... I didn't crawl out of the Dead Mile alone. And he is in no position to negotiate with what I brought back.