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Prologue

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River Falls learned how to hold its breath the night Gabriel died.

They said the river ran lighter after that. That the bars closed later. That even the bikes sounded different when they tore through the streets—less reckless, more deliberate. Power didn't vanish with Gabriel. It only changed hands.

Eliana Moore felt it the moment the gun smoke cleared.

Her father's blood had soaked into this town long before she ever spilled any of her own, but Gabriel's death cracked something open. A vacuum. A promise. A warning. The Black Cobras didn't crumble like everyone expected. They watched her instead. Every patched back, every old head, every kid who still thought fear made a leader.

Kent Moore had raised her to survive. Gabriel had taught her what survival costs. By the time Eliana stepped into the clubhouse alone, leather heavy on her shoulders, she already knew: there would be no mourning period. No forgiveness. No childhood waiting on the other side of this.

She wasn't inheriting a club. She was inheriting a war.

And somewhere beyond River Falls—beyond the bodies, the whispers, the lies already forming—someone was paying very close attention to the girl who pulled the trigger and didn't look away.

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