POV: Sophie
The quiet inside the clubhouse gnawed at me, stretching the minutes into hours. The unease I felt had settled deep in my chest, making every breath tight. Burn and the others had been gone for hours, and with each tick of the clock, I felt the weight of everything closing in. My mind wouldn’t stop racing, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t shake the growing fear that something had gone wrong.
I caught myself pacing again, wearing a path across the wooden floor. Josh was still passed out in the back room, his breathing steady. I envied him for that. He could sleep through the danger we were in, unaware of how close we were to the edge. But I couldn’t. My thoughts kept circling back to Burn, to the risks he and the club were taking just to keep us safe.
When the door creaked
