Prologue
They call me the butcher.
I’m the man who washes away the sins of the most notorious gangs and MCs in the state.
You don’t just choose this line of work.
It chooses you.
It chose me shortly after my wife died. She had a mishap with her medication—a mishap that her doctor should’ve prevented.
He was a neurologist. He knew the medication he prescribed her could be life-threatening, but he was too busy, too money hungry to care that he was putting her in danger.
If he had cared, she wouldn’t have died that fateful afternoon.
Knowing her death could’ve been prevented nearly destroyed me.
I became lost and hungry for revenge. I wanted to make her negligent doctor pay for his mishandling of her care, and with the help of Viper—the Ruthless Sinner’s president, I did just that.
Viper made sure the dear doctor paid for his crimes, and I used my background in forensics to make sure no one connected the MC to his death. The notorious president was impressed with my work and offered me an opportunity I couldn’t refuse.
Since that day, I’ve used my expertise to not only remove incriminating evidence from a crime scene but make it disappear. I’ve even been known to manipulate that very evidence to mislead authorities or adversaries, shifting suspicion away from my associates.
I’m not innocent in this game of cat and mouse, but let me be clear.
I’m not like the men I work with. I’m not a cold-blooded killer. I’m nothing of the sort.
I’m simply the cleaner.
Or at least that’s all I was...
When I found her and discovered what they’d done, everything changed.
Rolls shifted, and I crossed lines I never thought I would cross.
It was time to live up to the name I’d been given.