Aces Wild - Dead Man’s Hand 1

Fender

Valentine’s Day was by far the worst day of the year. All those loved up couples. All that fake romance and phoney sentiments. What was worse was that more and more of the younger club members were pairing off, settling down. Making fucking fools of themselves over women and ruining their damn lives.

My own son had started it by chasing after a woman he should have known to leave well enough alone. Sure Avery was the mother of his kid but what did that actually matter in this day and age?

Hell, I probably had a dozen kids scattered around that I didn’t even know about.

But no my son was all about his new family life. And Avery was taking him for a ride. I could tell.

Not that Ruin would ever listen to me about it. When it came to her he had blinkers on. She was the only thing he saw.

And then there was Truth. At least Cali was useful to the club. But she was still a woman who had one of my most trusted riders wrapped around her little finger.

All of them were damn fools.

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