Hammer's Intensity

She opened with a bent rack. He closed with a framing hammer.

June Prescott has spent six years building a thrift shop from nothing—no investors, no business degree, no safety net. Just a yard sale habit she turned into a flea market booth, then a storefront called Second Chances. When a fencing ring boss sends crews to gut her displays, torch her van, and pour bleach across her floor, she doesn't fold. She prices what's left and opens the next morning.

He didn't offer sympathy. He offered violence.

Hammer hasn't built anything for himself since the union broke and his best friend swung from a beam. The club gave him a purpose and a patch, and his hands have been weapons ever since. But when he walks into a gutted thrift shop and finds a woman fighting a bent clothing rack with her jaw set like concrete, something shifts. She's his. And the men who touched her inventory are already dead—they just don't know it yet.

Her shop was destroyed. His territory was crossed.

Carl Redmond built a theft empire across Volusia County without anyone connecting the dots—until June mapped his entire operation with a phone and a marker. Now his crews are hunting the woman who refuses to sell and the enforcer who's already put three of his lieutenants in the ground. As the Raiders dismantle Redmond's ring one body at a time, June discovers that the most dangerous thing on the Florida coast isn't the men trying to take her business.

It's the one man who'd build her a new one with the same hands he used to bury theirs.