Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul.
ANSON: I was just a
mercenary back from fighting the good fight overseas. I was on a quest for my
father, my roots, looking for answers. Turk Blackburn, Bent Zealots MC Prez,
ordered me on a fresh operation to prove myself, my guts, my valor. Infiltrate
the Navajo Rez and find out who is claiming the Zealots’ turf, using kids to
cook drugs.
My partner is the famous badge slut, Ormond Tangier, known far and wide for his
mad oral skills, his subservience to anyone in uniform. Mercenaries don’t wear
badges, but my dominant side soon has me all over that seductive Spanish
servant. A man may as well have a few laughs while on a fatal mission. Because
these things never end pleasantly.
ORMOND: I was flung into a
life-or-death battle against the slimy Iceman, leader of a rival MC. Iceman is
running all sorts of questionable ops on Bent Zealots land, and now Anson and I
have to prove our street creds just to stake a claim in our own backyard.
I’m a friend of cops, firemen, and soldiers alike, but suddenly I only want one
man ordering me around. Anson Dineyazzie, macho half-breed hired gun, has
stolen more than just my heart. This was never supposed to happen.