The yard turned into chaos for about three seconds before the whole thing snapped into controlled movement like someone pulled a wire really tight.
Bikes were moved first and they weren’t parked randomly anymore. They were angled towards the driveway and the treeline/ every rider knew exactly where he was supposed to be.
“Two on the road. Two near the lake and no one moves alone.” Blade snapped as Hacok pointed toward the clearing.
“Prospects stay visible and if you see movement you call it before you chase it.” Havok demanded.
The injured prospect was dragged toward the house by two men and his face had gone pale but he was still conscious enough to swear at everyone touching him.
“Stop moving me like I’m f*****g dead.” He snapped.
“You keep bleeding like that we’ll consider i
