The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 481

Chapter 236-2

Trench shifts his weight, holding the coffee pot tightly. “The road captains?”

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“Hell no,” Stray snorts, leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. “It was an eighty–year–old bird–watcher named Agnes. She called Cobra because the Vultures parked their van over her favorite flowerbed and blocked her view of the birds. We intercepted forty grand in military iron because an old lady was mad about petunias and pigeons.”

“And don’t forget the great impound heist,” Tucker adds, grinning widely as he snaps his pocketknife shut. “Remember when Bishop got his bike seized by those corrupt transit cops down

on 12th?”

“What happened?” Trench asks.

“They locked it in the municipal yard behind three chain–link fences. Before we could even draft a plan to bolt–cut the gates, a seventeen–year–old runaway named Bunny slipped through a drainage pipe, hotwired the gate controls, and rode Bishop’s chopper right out the front gate while the night guard was in the porta–potty.”

“Bishop gave the kid a thousand bucks and a brand–new leather jacket,” Rook says, shaking his head fondly. “Miller spent two weeks investigating a ‘high–tech biker cartel infiltration‘ of the city lot. He had no idea a teenage runaway with bright pink hair did the whole job in four minutes.” Trench stares at them, his jaw hanging slightly open as the sheer scale of the network sinks in. “So… they’re like an invisible army?”

“They’re the blood on the concrete, kid,” Dad says flatly, bringing the conversation back to the immediate crisis. “When I took the gavel, I made sure this club didn’t just rule with iron and intimidation. We protected the people nobody else gives a damn about.”

Trench nods.

“I’m talking about the runaways, the working girls, the street kids, the alley hustlers,” Dad continues. “We keep the predators off their backs, give them a warm place to sleep when the frost hits, make sure nobody puts hands on them without paying in blood. In return, they became the eyes and ears of this entire city.”

“And you have to treat them right,” Tucker adds quietly, his casual tone dropping into something far more reverent. “A lot of folks look right through those people like they’re trash on the sidewalk, but Cobra made them family. You give ‘em respect, you protect ‘em from the real monsters, and they’ll cross through hellfire for you. They care about who stands up for them when the world turns its back.”

Chapter 236-2

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“They don’t wear cuts,” Mayhem says. “They don’t drive loud bikes. They walk past Miller’s squad cars every single day, and those cops don’t even lift their eyes from their phones.”

“They see everything,” Cobra says. “They know which black SUVS belong to local politicians, they know who buys cocaine at two in the morning, and they know every hiding place from here to the

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