POV: Burn
The sun was barely up, casting a dim glow over the clubhouse lot, but I hadn’t slept. The hit on the lumberyard had gone off, but the more I thought about it, the more it felt like we’d walked into a trap. The Crows were smart. They wouldn’t just let us take out one of their operations without hitting back, and that meant we were running on borrowed time.
I stood by the window, staring out at the rows of bikes lined up in the gravel, my mind already racing through the next moves. We had scouts out, keeping an eye on the Crows’ territory, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before they retaliated.
Razor’s footsteps echoed behind me, and I turned as he stepped into the room, his usual grin replaced by something more serious.
“We’ve got a problem,” he said, lighting a cigarette and t
