Chapter 29 Ashes Of The Innocent
The air inside the clubhouse felt heavier than smoke. After the gunfight, it clung to the walls, soaked into the sweat and blood staining their cuts and bruises. It was the kind of quiet that screamed — the kind that came after violence, before vengeance. Sami sat on the edge of the worn leather couch, staring down at her trembling hands. Blood — not hers — dried under her nails, crusted in the grooves of her knuckles. She’d pressed them into the side of Bullet’s stomach as he bled out in the van. He’d live, but barely. Ace hadn’t left her side since they got back. Grimm paced by the bar, jaw locked tight. Reaper leaned over the table, maps and burner phones spread out like a war zone. The rest of the club trickled in, some limping, others silent, each one carrying weight behind their
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