POV: Burn
The air inside the clubhouse felt thick, charged with the kind of tension that comes before a storm. I stood near the window, my eyes scanning the empty lot outside, waiting for Razor and the others to gear up. My mind was already racing through the plan we’d laid out—a strike on the Black Crows before they could make a move on us.
This wasn’t going to be easy. The Crows weren’t just some small-time dealers. They had a network, and they knew how to hit back. But we weren’t exactly a soft target either. The Steele Wolves had their own reputation, and it was time to remind the Crows who they were dealing with.
Still, my gut was twisted in knots.
I didn’t get nervous before jobs like this. I was used to the violence, the chaos. It’s what kept the club strong. But this time, ther
