Evelynn POV
The sound of engines died one by one, replaced by the hum of cooling metal and low, simmering growls.
The courtyard smelled of oil, gunpowder, and blood - the kind of scent that clings to your skin long after you wash it off.
We’d lost three men.
Three brothers.
The moment Rafe cut the ignition, silence fell. It was the kind that carried weight. Grief sharpened into vengeance, raw and quiet before it exploded. Maddox kicked his helmet across the gravel, and it hit the wall with a hollow crack. Calder didn’t even flinch. He was staring straight ahead, jaw tight, eyes unreadable.
Jax was the first to speak, his voice low. “They hit the truck clean. No time to call for backup. Execution style.”
Rafe’s knuckles whitened around the map he’d pulled from his jacket. “Varrick’s
