Chapter 19
His Queen of Chaos
The first ride after a war is always the hardest.
Not because the roads have changed.
Because the people riding them have.
Six months had passed since the battle at the abandoned mining town. The gunfire had faded into memory. The smoke had long since disappeared from the mountains.
The scars remained.
Some could be seen.
Most could not.
Black Venom Headquarters looked different now.
The walls had been rebuilt.
The damaged garage had been expanded.
The old council chamber where fear once dictated every decision had become an open meeting hall filled with sunlight instead of shadows.
The brotherhood had survived.
Not unchanged.
Better.
Sophia Bennett stood in the center of the main workshop wearing faded jeans, steel-toe boots, and a black T-shirt already stained with grease.
Some things, she decided, should never change.
She tightened the final bolt on a custom-built motorcycle before stepping back with satisfaction.
The machine gleamed beneath the overhead lights.