THE RIDER SERIES

There’s no right in doing wrong… even for the right reasons.

Damian Reyes was ready to leave his past behind. One last job—just enough money to build a future with the woman he loved—and then he was out for good. But when the heist goes sideways, Damian unknowingly steals from one of the most dangerous crime syndicates in the city: the Crimson Fangs.

By the time he realizes the truth, it’s already too late.

The Fangs don’t just want their money back—they want to send a message. And Damian’s world is torn apart in the most brutal way imaginable.

Broken by grief and consumed by guilt, Damian disappears… only to return reborn.

Six months later, a new figure emerges from the shadows. Armed, trained, and relentless, “The Rider” begins a one-man war against the empire that took everything from him. One name at a time. One body at a time.

But vengeance has a cost.

As Damian carves his way through the underworld, a second presence begins watching from the dark—silent, calculated, and operating by a very different code. In a city drowning in corruption, the line between justice and revenge begins to blur.

Because when you become the weapon…

You risk losing the man you once were.

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How did Damian train to become The Rider?

Damian had several years of experience as a thief so he already had a baseline of lock picking, casing out places, and basic fighting and escaping skills. After Elena's death he had drive, time, and money, meaning he was able to fast track his technique quickly. The first month was about breaking his body down to rebuild it. Three mornings a week—Krav Maga. Movements stripped of ornament, meant to end a fight before it could begin. The other mornings—Muay Thai. Knees, elbows, the dull ache of bone on bone. Afternoons belonged to movement. Parkour in the old freight district—vaults over rusted rails, wall runs on crumbling brick, landings that jarred his teeth until he learned to roll. Evenings were for the range. Glock 19. Twice a week live fire. Every night, dry-fire drills until his trigger pull was silent.

When the muscles burned too much for physical training, instead of watching TV he learned other skills—cybersecurity basics from online programs, the quiet language of intrusion and evasion.

Three months in he flew to Arizona for pistol training. Five days of pressure—low light, moving targets, drills until the muscles remembered faster than thought. Later came Tactical Casualty Care. Stemming blood flow, sealing airways, carrying weight through uneven ground.

Month five was about disappearing. An escape-and-evasion course taught him how to slip cuffs, break ties, and lose a tail in a crowd. His mornings began in the foothills, compass in hand, mapping without satellites. Nights were spent walking the city, memorizing routes, noting the blind spots in security cameras, learning which streets belonged to no one. And which belonged to the Crimson Fangs.

The final month wasn’t about learning anything new. It was about layering it all until it was seamless. An evasive driving course put him behind the wheel, pushing limits on tight corners, dirt roads, wet pavement. He went back to Arizona for the last exercise that tied everything together—shooting under stress, movement, evasion, medical, close quarter pistol drills, all in one long grind.

Damian spent roughly $500,000 on trainings, gear, and buying the old gym.

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