The yard was still vibrating with the echo of the fight — engines cooling, gravel settling, adrenaline bleeding out of the air like smoke after a fire. The Reapers were gone, but their message lingered like a bruise.
Rae stood in the center of the lot, her father’s bike behind her, the Serpents in a loose circle around her. The night felt too quiet now, too still, like the world was holding its breath.
Crow wiped blood from his cheek. “We need to talk about what he said.”
Brick nodded, pale. “Tank ordered the hit. On Rae.”
The words hung heavy.
Jax stepped forward, eyes locked on Rae. “We need to talk about what you said too.”
Rae didn’t look at him. She stared at the road where the Reapers had vanished, her jaw tight, her shoulders rigid.
Crow cleared his throat. “Rae… you s
