Chapter 32 Beneath The Cut
“There’s nothing more dangerous than a man who smiles while bleeding.” Hunt the Rat- Rain pelted the clubhouse roof, loud and cold and endless. Inside, it was worse — not the storm, but the silence. That kind of silence that means someone’s about to bleed. Reaper stood in the war room like a statue, his jaw tight, his eyes tracking every movement around him. Grimm paced in a slow circle, cracking his knuckles, while Ace stood near the back, arms crossed over his chest, watching… calculating. Roach was missing. Gone during the cleanup. No sign of him on the lot. His cut was still hanging in the bunkhouse like he never left. “Think he ran?” Grimm muttered. “He knew we’d be looking,” Reaper said. “That’s what rats do — hide when the lights come on.” Sami leaned against the doorframe, a
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