Cinder (The Grimm Riders MC #5)

I can diagnose a dying engine from sixty feet away.

I can’t tell you why I’m still sleeping in the parts loft of a garage with my father’s name on the sign — a garage a man who’s never held a wrench legally owns.

He’s never raised his voice to me. He doesn’t have to. He has a calculator.

Then four broken bikes roll off the highway, and their president starts turning up every single day. He fixes nothing. He sits in a folding chair. He asks me one question nobody’s ever asked, and something I welded shut nine years ago starts to give.

Gideon Marsh is offering me a way out.

Someone else is offering me my father’s building, free and clear.

All I have to do is tell him what rolls through my bays.

I’ve got twenty-four hours to decide who I am.

What would you take?