~ Cole ~
Night rides always felt different.
The city looked softer in the dark.
Streetlights glowing like tired stars.
Traffic quieter.
People hidden inside their houses pretending the world was safe.
My motorcycle cut through the empty streets like a blade.
Elijah had sent the warehouse location ten minutes ago.
Silas’s territory.
Of course.
The guy never did anything subtle.
My phone buzzed in my jacket pocket.
Mara.
I didn’t answer.
Not because I didn’t want to.
Because I knew exactly what she’d say.
Don’t go.
Let the police handle it.
Please be careful.
All reasonable requests.
None of them possible.
The warehouse district came into view.
Rusty buildings.
Broken lights.
The kind of place where bad things happened quietly.
Three motorcycles were already parked o
