Mason POV
I nod, my jaw tight, a grim smile on my face. That’s my Hera,tough as nails, ready to face anything. It's expected. After all, she is just not any member of the killer Angels, she is the leader.
Despite the hurt still twisting in my gut for their betrayal,I feel like it's still us, Viper and MG. My dagger is in hand and my gun safely tucked in the strap of my belt. I prefer using my knives in such a close up situation.
Jace’s voice cuts through the dark, too close. “Check the crates. Find them at all cost.They’re here. I want that man dead or alive.” He barks.
I hear footsteps scrape the concrete, heavy.
I count at least five guys, maybe more. My pulse races, but I lock eyes with Hera, and she nods. She doesn't show any sign of fear,a clear indication she has been in such d
