Chapter 3: A Chance Encounter
POV: Burn
The roar of our bikes echoed off the empty streets, the engines loud enough to announce our arrival to anyone paying attention. Didn’t matter. The Black Crows already knew we were coming. I could feel it in the way Razor was riding—tight, focused. Same way I felt.
I kept my eyes forward, the shadows of the old factory coming into view as we rounded the corner. Razor was up ahead, leading the pack, but I kept a close distance. The others were right behind us, riding in formation like we always did. The Steele Wolves didn’t f**k around when it came to our turf.
And this was about more than just territory. This was about sending a message.
The Black Crows had been pushing their luck for weeks, slinging their s**t where it didn’t belong. I’d already
