Аннотация
Christopher Golden
SONS OF ANARCHY
BRATVA
1
Jax Teller liked peace and quiet as much as the next guy, but he’d learned the hard way never to trust them. He’d spent his whole life as part of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club—first as the son of its founder, then as a member, and now as vice president of its original charter—and he didn’t know any other way to live. Even when the club wasn’t in the midst of trouble, there was usually some brewing.
Not today.
Just to have something to do, Jax reeled in his line, checked his bait, and then cast it back into the deep, churning river.
“Nothing biting,” he said, just to say something.
Opie Winston sat six feet away, broad back against a rock formation and a beer in his hand. Shortly after they’d come down to the river, Opie had driven a black ...
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