THIRD PERSON POV
The van door slammed and the sound cracked across the property. For a single second everything froze before chaos tore through the night.
Drake moved first and he moved hard. He hit the yard at a run and didn’t slow as he chased the disappearing taillights down the road.
“Storm.” Drake shourted. His voice carried raw and sharp through the dark.
Engines roared to life behind him and bikes lit up the yard. Men rushed from every corner with weapons in their hands and fury on their faces.
“They went east.” Havok called.
Drake turned toward his bike and reached for it. Blade stepped into his path and grabbed his shoulder before he could mount.
“Think.” Blade said and Drake shoved at him.
“Get out of my way.” Drake said.
“No. You chase blind and you lose her.” B
