The first sign something was wrong came at 2:17 a.m.
A loud crash echoed through the building.
I bolted upright instantly.
For one terrifying second, I had no idea where I was.
Then reality returned.
Black Hollow.
Reaper’s Bar.
The room upstairs.
Another crash sounded below.
My heart immediately started racing.
Not a dropped bottle.
Not an accident.
Something breaking.
Voices erupted downstairs.
Shouting.
Heavy footsteps.
A door slammed.
I threw the blanket aside and jumped out of bed.
Fear surged through me.
The hallway outside exploded with movement.
Club members.
Running.
Yelling.
Someone shouted Reaper’s name.
My stomach dropped.
Very bad.
Very, very bad.
I reached the staircase just as Ghost appeared below.
The giant biker looked up.
His expression hardene
