Prologue
Maddox
I stood on the porch, a storm crashing through the forest. In the mountains outside Seattle, there wasn’t a person around. Just the thunder and the lightning.
And two young strangers, undressing each other in my house.
Rain splattered against the giant windows, and one of the guys threw the other to the couch. A couple empty bottles of beer were sideways on the table, and the guy wearing glasses was leaning up on his elbows, stroking the other guy’s tattoo.
Flowers. And barbed wire.
Cute shit.
Kids in their twenties, breaking into my house—fucking punks. That was the kind of thing I moved to the mountains to avoid.
But now I had returned home. I had rain falling on my leather jacket and the smell of my motorcycle in my hair, and I had these two, stroking each other’s erections, acting like they owned the damn place.
The one in the glasses trembled and arched his back.
Blood pumped through my body. I tucked my helmet under my arm and headed to the back door.
Guess who’s home…
