Truth?The mafia runs their business just like legit corporations, and the fucker after me?Well, he ain’t kosher.
Whoever is behind the attacks on my business must not have bothered researching me.
He thinks I’m a sucker.
That I believe all this shit is random.Trucks stalling on highways.Stolen.Robbed.Broke down.
I’m talking new equipment carrying a couple of hundred thousand dollars’ worth of product.
Sure, because that happens more than once.
This fucking faceless asshole thinks I believe some low rent group of criminals hiding behind the patch of an MC—one that read Hellbound Heathens Cincinnati, as the secret dashcam on one of my most recently robbed trucks caught—has simply decided to go to war with a New Jersey seed bull ranch.
Yeah right.Cause that makes a shit ton of sense.
I don’t have a name yet.But there are few contenders.
What I do know for sure is something is fucking rotten around here.
People’ve been poking where they shouldn’t.
People who don’t want Jersey Iron Ranch to succeed.
Fact is, I need muscle until my guys arrive.
Sure, I’ve faced worse odds before.But I’m not about to sit back and let anyone take what I’ve built.
Still, I can’t shake the feeling this fight’s going to be different.
Because for once, it’s not just war or survival.It’s personal.
But I damn sure wasn’t expectingher.
Chapter 1-Bit
Okay, so crashing with my cousin for a few weeks wasn’t exactly how I pictured kicking off my thirties.
But here we are.
Not gonna lie, I figured by now I’d have something—anything—figured out.
A career I didn’t hate.
A hobby that didn’t fizzle out after a month.
Maybe even a guy who texted back.
But instead?I’m back in Jersey, living in Kristie’s spare room, surrounded by my failures, a duffle bag, and a couple of unanswered voicemails from my mother.
Yes, we have unresolved issues.Big surprise, right?
I came back into town after spending a few months working in a one-bar town in Colorado—don’t ask.
Long story short, it ended with me accidentally insulting the mayor’s wife and tripping over a mechanical bull.
So yeah.
Back to my roots.
