The last thing Smokey should let himself want is this man, but he can't seem to stay away... Every time Smokey stares at the President patch on his cut, he feels like an imposter. But thirty years later and the fate of the Broken Chains resting on his shoulders, all eyes were on him. Now there's a dead man in an alley with a cut bearing the name of The Cobras, and Smokey knows they're not prepared to handle the consequences. Especially...