LUTHER
Good boys.
They’re all here. Every last one of them.
I drag my tongue across my teeth, watching as Blaze makes the calls, his voice a low, commanding drawl that sends men scrambling like f*****g rats. He’s speaking to our ghosts, pulling the dead from their graves—every gang we’ve crossed, crushed, buried, or bled. A risk. A desperate one. But we don’t have the luxury of playing it safe anymore.
Our girl can’t do this alone.
My jaw ticks. The thought makes something inside me coil tight, something ugly, something possessive and furious and all-consuming. I want to rip Theodus apart with my f*****g hands, make him choke on his own teeth for even thinking he could touch what’s mine.
What’s ours.
Blaze shifts, and my gaze flickers to him. I don’t mean to. I don’t f*****g want t
