POV: Burn
The clubhouse felt heavier, like the walls were closing in. Razor and the others had already gone over the intel, and I’d barely been back five minutes before they started talking strategy again. I stood near the window, looking out at the quiet, moonlit lot. Everything was still for now, but I could feel it in my gut—things were about to go sideways, and fast.
The Crows weren’t going to let this go. We hit them where it hurt, and I knew retaliation was coming. It was only a matter of time.
I could still smell the smoke from the lumberyard raid clinging to my jacket. The fire had taken care of most of their stash, but it hadn’t been enough. The Crows were getting smarter, harder to pin down. The way they’d dug in showed me one thing: they weren’t planning on running. This figh
