POV: Sophie
The quiet of the clubhouse was unbearable. I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t focus on anything but the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Josh was still passed out in the next room, and I felt like I was trapped—waiting for something to go wrong.
I’d spent most of my life taking care of Josh, watching over him, pulling him out of bad decisions. But this? This was bigger than either of us. The Black Crows wanted blood, and we were in way over our heads. And now I had no choice but to rely on a group of bikers I barely knew.
It didn’t sit right with me. None of it did.
Burn had said they’d handle it. That I just needed to stay out of the way. But how could I sit back and do nothing while everything felt like it was on the verge of falling apart?
I stood up, my hands s
