POV: Burn
The roar of the bikes drowned out the pounding of my heart as we tore through the woods, the wind biting at my face, the smell of gunpowder and gasoline still thick in the air. Razor was right beside me, his focus razor-sharp as we dodged between trees, heading for the open road.
The Crows were still behind us, their engines roaring in the distance, but we had enough of a head start to make it back to the clubhouse. The ambush had been close—too close—but we’d managed to pull out before it could turn into a full-on bloodbath.
I gripped the handlebars tighter, my mind racing as I replayed the events of the night. We hadn’t been prepared for this. We’d walked into a trap, and while we hadn’t lost any of our men, we hadn’t won, either.
But the Crows wouldn’t stop now. This was j
