Dragon Strife

Copyright Dragon Strife © 2023 C.A. Rene www.careneauthor.com All rights reserved. This book, or any portion thereof, may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The characters and storylines are created by the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. No copyright infringement intended. No claims have been made over songs and/or lyrics written. All credit goes to the original owner. Edited by: ProofsbyPolly Cover design by: Black Widow Designs Co eBook ISBN: 978-1-990675-53-9 Contents Stay Connected Preface Dedication Prologue 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Part Two 9. Chapter 8 10. Chapter 9 11. Chapter 10 12. Chapter 11 13. Chapter 12 14. Chapter 13 15. Chapter 14 16. Chapter 15 17. Chapter 16 18. Epilogue Dragon Scorch Prologue About Author Also By Want to keep up with teasers and new releases? You can find C.A. Rene on any of the following platforms! Website Goodreads BookBub Instagram TikTok Facebook C.A.’s Renegades For all Content Inquiries, please visit CONTENT WARNING | C.A. ReneAuthor (careneauthor.com) Please read responsibly. For the creator of Sons of Anarchy, I thank you and my readers thank you. I’m being held in the Slaughter Room, in the basement of the Steel Dragons MC. The cold, steel floor cuts through my clothing, eliciting goose bumps along my skin. The room is bathed in pitch-black shadows, the temperature similar to that of a fucking fridge, and the soundproof interior is supposed to be fucking with my mentality. They have no idea what I’ve endured this past year. Instead of going insane, this is as relaxing as a fucking spa day on vacation. I rest my head back against the steel wall and begin to whistle, the tune jolly and fast-paced, reminding me of the carnivals Dad used to take me and Jaeger to. Jaeger. He fell right into my trap, nabbing me when he thought I was alone and vulnerable, and now he says he has plans to break me. I’m fucking excited because I have plans to be broken by him. Jaeger Varga needs to believe he’s ripped me apart, worse than killing my father, and I want him to plan my death, only to watch me rise like a phoenix. Then I will make sure every Steel Dragon is gathered together before I raze the whole club to the ground, making sure Jaeger is watching as everyone he loves suffers. Little does he know, when he thinks all is lost and everything he’s betrayed to gain is gone, I will only just be getting started. I will push him to the brink of ultimate despair, only to drag him back by his stringy hair and start all over again. A key slides into the lock on the door and I quiet my whistling, needing them to believe I’m truly fearing for my life. The door opens, letting in the bright, fluorescent light from the corridor. I hiss at the sudden attack on my corneas when I hear his deep chuckle. “That’s just the beginning of your pain, sister.” “Goody.” She blew up our bikes and the blast set the clubhouse on fire. The main room, the kitchen, and a few of the bedrooms have been reduced to cinders and ash. I can still feel the heat on my skin as if I were right there, staring past the wall of flame and into the eyes of the girl I thought was dead. The first time I saw her at the club my heart nearly dropped out of my ass. A chaotic war of joy and despair flooded my insides and her name wrenched from my throat in a desperate plea. Up until that point, I thought she was lost to us. Maybe she still is. I can’t see her ever forgiving me for not fighting to keep her safe, not only from Hell’s March but from Jaeger too. That night plays over and over again in my mind. Starting from her phone call, the one I ignored, then right away listening to her frantic voicemail, begging me to come to her house. She said something was wrong, but I already knew what was wrong. Jaeger let me know that Bear and Malik were coming to kidnap Genni and drive her out to the edge of the desert to leave her there. I believed it because Jaeger had packed her bag, put some money in there, and written a note, giving her an explicit warning to never come back. I thought it was legit. Why would he want his sister dead? Then a few months later, I received a package at the clubhouse from a courier service. A small brown box taped and addressed to Jaeger. I had set it on the bar and went back to drinking the memories away, trying desperately to numb the pain I could no longer bury. I stared at that box with each burning mouthful of liquor. Why would Jaeger get a package sent here? Even if he is the new President, why would something be dropped off here for him? I don’t know if I can call it instinct because I was on day three of an alcohol bender and I think my instincts, along with my common sense, were part of the mash I threw up a few hours before. No, it was more a curiosity because ever since that night when I watched as Malik took her away, I’ve had a bad feeling about Jaeger. He hasn’t told me everything. Before my mind could process what my fingers were doing, I’d ripped the tape off the box and opened the flaps to quickly peer inside. The smell was all wrong, but just looking