Axle (Redline Kings MC #2)

AXLE

T he smell hit first—smoke and charred meat, the tang of Kane’s secret dry rub burning itself into the ribs like a brand.

Someone had the music up just enough to keep the quiet from settling, and there was the low hum of voices, clinking bottles, and laughter that rolled through the air the way exhaust curled off hot asphalt.

I had Ashlynn perched sideways across my lap in one of the big chairs near the long picnic tables, her bare feet tucked under her, one arm draped lazily around my neck.