Chapter 30 Retribution Bleeds Red
The Devil’s Sons weren’t a club tonight. They were a goddamn war machine. Inside the clubhouse, the table looked more like a battle map. Scattered notes, burner phones, blueprints of city blocks, and a blood-streaked Devil’s Sons patch laid across the center. At the head stood Reaper, eyes sharp as razors. Grimm leaned over one side, his fingers tapping restlessly against the table, and Ace—jaw clenched, barely keeping it together—stood like a fuse waiting for flame. Sami hovered near the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on the photo of Crow taped beside the map. Tied to a chair. Beaten. Barely conscious. And that note… “You should’ve stayed out of my business.” Reaper’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade. “We hit hard. We hit now. We leave nothing standing.” Grimm nodded, pull
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