Let the Feds infiltrate. Let them wear our colors, and sit at our table, and vote on our business like they're real brothers instead of fucking rats with badges.
And now he wantsmeto roll over too?
The speedometer climbs. Eighty. Ninety. The bike screams beneath me.
I see it all now. The whole ugly shape of it.
Brick didn't just betray the club. He betrayed me specifically.
Made me the sacrificial lamb. Sent me to prison to buy himself time. Then sold out to the Feds the moment I was locked up and couldn't question it.
And when I came home… he gave me my patch. Branded me. Made it permanent.
Not as a reward.
As a leash.
So when the time came—when he needed another scapegoat, another fall guy, another Kane to throw on the pyre—I'd already be tied down. Already branded. Already fuckin’ owned.
Twenty-five thousand dollars.
Might as well be a million. Might as well be a bullet in the skull.
It's the same message either way:Submit or die.
The engine roars. Wind tears at my cut.
I think about Savannah. About her poem. Her certainty.
We'll build our kingdom from the ash and pain.
She's not backing down. Not letting the world dictate who she loves or where she belongs. She chose me. Keeps choosin’ me. Every time I give her an out, she doubles down instead. Got my name inked on her skin. Swallowed my cock in front of forty-seven men. Let me fuck her rough, and leave marks, and call her mine while treating her like property.
And still she rides back to the silo. Still she writes me poems. Still she looks at me like I'm worth saving. If she's that sure—that committed—then what the fuck am I doing?
Running? Hiding? Waitin’ for Brick to decide my fate?
No.
Fuck that.
Fuck Brick. Fuck the Feds. Fuck the whole rotted-out corpse of what the Badlands used to be.
Savannah's right. We carved this world from stone. Fire and blood. Condemned souls who refuse to stay down.
Let them come with their judgment and chains.
I'll burn it all before I let them take what's mine.
I'm done running from the hell I created.
Time to walk straight into it and make them remember who I am.
My name is Legion.
And I'm not rollin’ over for anyone.
CHAPTER 7
