POV: Burn
The rumble of engines in the distance sent a chill down my spine. It wasn’t just a couple of bikes—this was a full-on ambush, and we were right in the middle of it.
“Move! Now!” I barked, already heading toward the door as the rest of the guys scrambled to follow. Razor was right behind me, his eyes wide with the realization that we’d been played.
The plan had been solid—hit the Crows before they had a chance to regroup, cripple their operations and send a message. But we’d underestimated them. This wasn’t just a stash house. This was bait, and we’d walked right into it.
The engines were closer now, loud enough that I could feel the vibration in my chest. The Crows were coming, and they weren’t coming alone.
I threw open the door, my eyes scanning the treeline. In the dim li
