Cass Renwick
Cass Renwick
The charter has one rule nobody's used since 1984: marry out to make peace. My brother nominated me at the table like he was offering an engine part. The groom was Kade Vasquez, sergeant-at-arms for the Saguaro Vipers, a man who has pointed a gun at my brother twice and stopped himself both times. We got married in a garage. I do his books now. We sleep on opposite sides of the same bed and don't talk about it. Then I found a second set of ledgers in his saddlebag, in my brother's handwriting, with a cartel's routing numbers running down the column. And last Tuesday my brother blew up a clubhouse with two people inside. I'm the one who found the detonator. I'm the one who gave it to my husband. I'm the one they let decide whether my brother goes in the ground or in a cell. A forced marriage MC romance about loyalty you inherit and loyalty you choose.