Luke:
It was after midnight.
The fire was still burning down by the pit, casting wild shadows across broken metal and leather. Someone revved a bike too loud, too close, and someone else shouted back. I didn’t care.
Rodriguez was long gone, disappeared behind one of the trailers with a blonde biker chick who looked like she could eat him alive. Good for him. He wanted the weekend escape. The chaos. The t**s and tequila.
Me?
I told myself I came for intel.
And I got it.
Some names. Some patch changes. Some tension brewing between rival chapters that might blow by the end of the month. It was more than the feds had gotten in weeks. I should’ve felt good about that. Like I earned the right to go back to the hotel, shower off the sweat and smoke, and sleep in clean sheets.
I even turne
