Without Consequence (Babylon MC #1)

Prologue

Drew

One thing about the place that I’d never been able to get used to was the temperature.

It was fucking cold.

Even during the summer months when the sun was trying to shine through the wire on the windows, all I felt was ice.

My bones ached, creaked, fucking groaned to stretch and feel anything other than pain.

Maybe I deserved it. Maybe it was all a part of my penance.

For every guy I’d knocked out and every old timer I’d killed, I was served with the kind of agony that had to be endured in silence.

I took it. I had to. It wasn’t like there was any other choice.

Four years, nine months and twenty seven days inside the joint had taught me to keep quiet.

A big boy on the outside I might have been, but the second I was pushed through those doors, I was nobody.

I wasn’t the infamous, feared and revered Drew Tucker.

I didn't have ten men around me, a badge across my chest or a weapon in my hand.

I meant nothing. I was nothing. I'd been nothing ever since.

But all that would change tomorrow.

Tomorrow I would return to the world on the outside, a man who paid the price for some of his sins and got the law off his back for at least a handful of his crimes. I'd done my time. I'd survived with a few scars to remind me what this place held for me if I got sloppy again.

Now I had to get ready to take back what was mine.

My hometown, my men and above all else, my reputation.

Pete hadn’t died for me to throw it all away.