Stacks’ Savior by Sita Quiñones

Stacks
I buried myself alive. What a weak fucking way to go out.
I’ve been through some of the most dangerous situations I could’ve ever imagine while riding with the iron Scorpions MC, yet I was about to die because I fell through the ceiling of some underground tunnel and managed to bury myself alive.
Those hours I spent fighting to keep the small air pocket from collapsing around me should’ve been my last had it not been for Issa. Just so happens the tunnel that I fell through is the drug route Issa and her group uses to make her deliveries for Ché, an up-and-coming drug lord from Mexico.
Her saving my life meant she was late. Her being late meant some of her people had to die. I couldn’t allow that. Not when my MC was made to take care of people just like Ché. Problem is we didn’t expect so much opposition, we didn’t expect him to take it out not only on the refugees we were protecting but also their families.
We didn’t expect that we were about to start a war that our little MC had no hope in winning.