He kept the Brotherhood safe… until she crossed the line.
Control is my specialty.
As Vice President of the Iron Brotherhood, I keep the club legitimate, secure, and untouchable. Every system locked down. Every threat neutralized before it breathes.
Then ATF Special Agent Shelby Monroe walks into Anchor Bay with a warrant—and a gun trafficking investigation that points straight at my shop.
She’s sharp. Relentless. And she’s not wrong.
Someone is using us as a cover.
Shelby has access to everything—my operation, my security systems, and secrets that could burn the Brotherhood to the ground. Including the private club behind my bar that would make the ATF very interested.
She should be my enemy.
Instead, she sees exactly what I am beneath the polish—a weapon trained in darker wars—and she doesn’t flinch.
When gun runners escalate from framing us to hunting her, I stop playing defense.
Protecting Shelby could expose the club.
Walking away would save everything.
But I’ve never been good at surrendering what’s mine.
And she just chose a side.
