The prospect was still breathing. Barely. Blood covered the gravel beneath him while Torch and Bones dropped to their knees trying to stop the bleeding. Honestly the carved symbols across his chest made my stomach turn harder than anything I’d seen so far.
Because this wasn’t just violence anymore. This was torture.
Pup stood near the gates looking pale enough to collapse while Crow swore viciously beside him.
“Those sick f*****g animals.” Crow snapped.
The prospect coughed suddenly while blood bubbled from his mouth and Bones leaned closer immediately.
“Stay with me.” Bones barked.
The kid’s swollen eyes moved weakly across the crowd before landing on Knox.
“Den.” He wheezed painfully.
“What den?” Knox asked couching beside him.
“Black Reapers. Riverfront.” The prospect g
