Saints of Ruin

Saints of Ruin

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Keiko "Koi" Takahashi has three hard rules: don't touch her bar, don't start fights you can't finish, and don't trust men in cuts. She inherited Kai Godfather after her dad died and the local MC's enemies tried to burn it to the ground. Three years, one steel bat, and a lot of late nights later, her bar is her pride, her home, and the one place in Portland that still feels safe... mostly. Cillian "Kell" O'Shea, president of the Saints of Ruin MC, has spent years keeping his city from turning into a war zone. When his guys screw up in Koi's bar, he walks in expecting to smooth things over and walk back out. Instead, he finds a half-Black, half-Japanese martial arts baddie who drops his men and looks him in the eye like she's not afraid of his patch-or his reputation. Kell declares Kai Godfather neutral ground. Koi declares she doesn't need a savior. But when old enemies come sniffing around with threats, a city festival turns into forced proximity, late-night calls turn into leftover pizza and confessions, and "neutral" starts feeling a lot like "ours," they'll have to decide: Is this just protection... or the start of something worth burning old rules for?
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