Several prominent families in the Boston area, and as far reaching as Pittsburgh to the West, Providence to the South, and Manchester, New Hampshire to the North met with Aiden Murray in Boston.
Nothing moves in that city without mafia interference, but how long can people spend underneath the boot of the government before they respond? The roots of the American Revolution ran deep in Boston, and this sense of powerlessness permeated the streets.
Aiden hadn’t seen this coming, but the bikers did. Bikers always lived with more anarchy than the mob. When the people demanded, “We have to do something”, Aiden understood the weight of what they asked.
War with the federal government, or a target on their backs.He refused to participate with the full-scale power of the Murray family mob, but he established support for several local militia leaders and put them in contact with men who could supply guns and other military resources – men who would be sympathetic to the cause…
The Third Month
Ten of the barbarians are in loving interracial relationships. They have mixed kids. They have mixed-race families and a Native American “sister” they’re all sworn to protect. Wyatt Shaw, head of the motorcycle club, agreed to establish a weapons supply chain extended from the West to the East coast, traveling along the old Route 66 highway, controlled almost entirely by members or relatives of the Rebel Barbarians motorcycle club.
If America ever was a free country, the raids in Boston prove that freedom won’t be taken for granted.
Most of the barbarians live out in the Midwestern United States, far away from the domestic war brewing on Americansoil. But nowhere is really safe from the far reaching arm of America’s new authoritarian government, and despite the love for his country and stability he feels, gamblers tend towards paranoia, and Wyatt is really no different.
Club traditions have changed over time, but the pendulum swings back the other way, yanking the country away from progress and into a new world order…
The next few months will be crucial for the Rebel Barbarians. One misstep could mean death at the hands of the police or immigration enforcement. Worse consequences might await running afoul of the federal government.
The club left behind violence and war anticipating an era of peace which may never come.
With soldiers on every street corner and threats to American freedom growing on the East Coast, it’s safe to say thatabsolutely nothingwill be the same as it once was for the motorcycle club or its members.
Ethan has his marching orders: Establish this next chapter of the Rebel Barbarians and strengthen the weapons supply to the East Coast.
There will be little time for romance under these conditions, but love has a strange way of finding life and light in even the darkest circumstances.
The next books will ask important questions and continue the club’s story.
Does love still exist underneath a reign of terror?
In a world that forces us to segregate and choose sides, what happens when you love the wrong person?
Keep reading for Isaac’s story, which begins around halfway through Zebulon’s story, intersecting at a few key points.
Prologue: Part II
Since these books are standalone stories where you can jump in at any time, I don’t expect you to know everything that happened to Isaac before this moment. If you remember all the details from previous books, you can skip this Prologue, otherwise you might want to know how Isaac ended up here… and why it’s his turn for a love story.
Isaac
Magnum and I polished off half a thirty rack of Rolling Rock – the worst of the gas station beer we could find – before Wyatt called and asked if we were good to meet with him later. He left his wife and kids behind to drive up for a meeting, which means he’s going to be in a pissed off mood over… well…everything.He’s not happy about the shitthat went down with Tylee drugging Damara and the situation with the kids has him even more pissed off. I’m hoping that his anger fueled him to talk some sense into Tylee so I can see the kids again.
She won’t answer my calls, and this has been the longest amount of time that I’ve ever gone without seeing my own flesh and blood. I can’t protect them if I haven’t even laid eyes on them. The three of them are so small and vulnerable. Before, I wouldn’t have ever thought to question Tylee’s mothering. Now, I feel strangely anxious about leaving her unattended with the kids.
I’ve known this woman my whole life. Could she really hurt them? Then again, I would have thought that Tylee could have never stepped out on me before. But now, I’ve been questioning it. Magnum and I are three-quarters of the way done with that thirty-rack and playing pool in his basement when Damara leads Wyatt and the rest of the boys downstairs.
She shakes her head looking at me and Wyatt as if to say that she knew letting me into her house was a bad idea. I don’t blame her for hating me. I’m in my forties, a damned mess, a single father, living like an alcoholic, and she hates that I won’t shower unless she makes loud hints about how badly I smell.
Her last hint was pouring cold water on my head allegedly “by accident”. I asked Damara what she was doing when she filled up that damned hot pink Stanley cup with water and she said “nothing” before pouring it straight on my head without flinching. Magnum’s protection makes her bold, but I suspect she could take me down if she really wanted either with poison or a pillow to the face. I walk a righteous path with that woman. Even if she glares at me like she wants to kill me anyway.
“Wyatt, here are the drunk idiots,” Damara says. “I brought Wyatt and he brought Hunter, Ryder, and Owen.”
“Do I not exist to you?” Gideon asks.
“You do not,” Damara confirms before turning her back and shutting the basement door.
“Can you make sure she didn’t lock that door?” Wyatt grumbles, stomping down the stairs.