Diesels Claim – Tessa Knox

He looked at me — hard, searching, the eyes of a man who wanted to trust but didn’t know how to trust without a fist. “Dutch would’ve hit them by now.” “Dutch is dead,” I said. “Heart attack at fifty-four on a back road. He lived his whole life on reaction time and adrenaline, and it killed him. I’m not Dutch.” Something shifted in Havoc’s face. Not agreement — not yet. But the beginning of understanding, which was more than I’d gotten from him since I took the chair.

He walked away without another word. I’ll take it. That evening, I rode to the bakery. The sun was low — that golden hour light that made everything look like a memory — and Sadie was behind the counter, decorating something with the kind of concentration that said the world could burn and she wouldn’t notice until she’d finished the last swirl of frosting. I stood outside for a moment, watching through the plywood-free section of window.

The glass repair had been done. Good. Either she’d paid for it or someone else had — I didn’t know, and I realized I needed to. I walked in. The bell chimed. She looked up, and I watched the sequence of emotions cross her face like weather over open water: surprise, annoyance, something warm that she smothered before it could fully form, and finally the settled expression of a woman who’d decided to be irritated.

“You again,” she said. “Me again.” I sat at my table — and it was already my table, four visits in, which said something — and didn’t open my laptop this time. I’d come for a reason, and the reason wasn’t coffee. She brought me coffee anyway. Black, without asking. She remembered.

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OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Diesel’s Claim Copyright Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Epilogue Thank you OceanofPDF.com They told me the bakery was all I had left. They were wrong. Because the night a dangerous man walked through my door and looked at me like I was the only thing worth claiming — I realized I had everything to lose. And he had everything to prove. OceanofPDF.com PROLOGUE Dominic The chapel smelled like old leather and cigar smoke, same as it always had.

Same scarred oak table. Same row of chairs with the Iron Vow patch burned into the headrests. Same gavel sitting dead center, waiting for a hand to pick it up. Different hand now. I sat alone in Dutch’s chair — my chair — and stared at that gavel like it might speak. Tell me something useful.

Tell me how a man who’d been riding since before I could shave, who’d survived two stints inside and a war with the Hellrazors back in ’09, just dropped dead on a Tuesday afternoon doing what he loved most. Heart attack. Mid-ride. They said he was gone before the bike hit the gravel.

Two weeks. That’s all the time the universe gave us between Dutch’s last breath and this moment. Two weeks of the club floating rudderless while every wolf in the territory circled closer. I pressed my palms flat against the table and let the silence sit. The chapel was the only room in the clubhouse where silence meant something. Out there — past the heavy double doors — it was noise.

Music. Laughter. Glasses. The constant hum of men pretending they weren’t scared. In here, silence was sacred. Dutch taught me that. “You don’t talk in church unless your words are worth more than the quiet,” he’d said once, pointing at me with the stub of a cigar. I’d been twenty-four, fresh-patched, angry at the world for reasons I couldn’t have named if someone paid me.

“Most men never learn that. That’s why most men don’t sit in this chair.”

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