Claimed by the Copper Ridge Reaper

Marisol Vega has run the Copper Ridge diner since she was nineteen. She knows every Reaper by his coffee order and keeps a shotgun under the register for the ones she doesn't. She doesn't know why the club's new president, a man everyone calls Reaper, keeps showing up at closing time, sitting in the same corner booth, ordering pie he never touches. She's about to find out. Her deadbeat mother left her a lockbox full of club secrets, and Reaper needs them gone before somebody gets killed. What starts as a standoff becomes something neither of them admits to: a reason to lock the door, turn off the sign, and stop pretending. When the rival club burns her diner to the foundation, Marisol doesn't run. She loads the shotgun and climbs on the back of Reaper's bike. Copper Ridge is hers too.