Mason

I slide the magazine into my gun, watching King pull up beside me on his bike. A second later, Falcon and Elliot arrive, popping open the trunk. The spy is bound with rope, blood seeping from a nasty cut on his forehead.

The Iron Serpents have been quiet for a while, but now they're sending spies to infiltrate the clubhouse. This traitor is their latest attempt.

"Let's get this shit over with. I have plans tonight," King says, his voice as cold as the night ...