Ghost's Retaliation

He killed three of Drosov's enforcers before she finished pulling her hammer from the dead man's shoulder. She checked the edge for damage and handed him the bowie like the last five minutes were an interruption, not a crisis.

Harper Linville forges blades the way her grandfather taught her—four generations of steel, one maker's mark stamped beside another, and an eight-month waiting list that proves she doesn't need anyone's approval. When an arms broker decides her forge belongs in his collection, she tells his suits exactly where to shove the offer.

That's when the sabotage starts.

When her propane line blows, the man who smells the leak before she strikes the igniter isn't a stranger. He's Ghost, the Memphis Marauders' youngest patch, and he's been carrying his dead father's name like a weight he hasn't earned since the day he prospected. He doesn't do soft. Hasn't stopped proving himself since the morning he walked through the compound gates knowing he might never walk out. But a bladesmith who throws hammers at armed men and goes back to work like nothing happened is the one thing his constant hunger can't resist.

In Memphis, steel doesn't ask permission and neither do the Marauders.

Some men inherit their father's name. Some forge their own legacy for the woman who made the weight worth carrying.