Inked in Blood

What happens when the only witness to your crime looks at you like a man - not a monster?
Marcus "Reaper" Hale lives by one rule: never leave a body, never leave a witness. For fifteen years, the Ink & Iron MC has been his family, his armor, and his grave. He has killed without hesitation. He has buried his name beneath ink and blood. He has never broken the vow.
Until tonight.
The warehouse at 3 a.m. was supposed to be simple - guns for cash, no names, no survivors. But the man on his knees talked. And Marcus did what he always does. What he didn't expect was her.
Sarah Chen should have run. Anyone with sense would have. Instead, she stepped into the pale light, stared at the body on the concrete, and looked at the killer holding the gun - not with fear, but with recognition. She saw the man behind the patch. And that made her the most dangerous person in the room.
He raises the weapon. One second. One shot. That is all it would take.
He lowers it instead.
Now the brotherhood that made him is the brotherhood that will hunt him. The president has eyes everywhere. And Marcus has committed the one sin the Ink & Iron doesn't forgive: he let a witness live.
But Sarah isn't running anymore. And Marcus isn't sure he wants her to.
As the Harley roars into the dark, two broken souls collide on a road with no exit. The vow is dead. The silence is shattered. And the only thing left to do is ride toward whatever comes next - together, or not at all.
Some secrets are written in ink. The deepest ones are written in blood.