Mason POV
I press harder on my bike,the sound of the roaring engine cuts through the air. Everything feels wrong, like a storm’s brewing in my bones.
The air is thick and heavy with something I can’t name, and it’s got my gut twisted tight.
Zero is riding on my left, his jaw clenched.
Shadow’s on my right, his usual cocky grin gone, replaced by a hard stare that says he is feeling it too,the danger lurking in the shadows.
There is something off about this mission. It was an emergency call from prez,the person who assigns missions to the club.
He said it was a hijacked shipment carrying some expensive hospitals machines that were meant to be distributed to the hospitals in the city.
The details were too vague but that was not a problem. We have handled more cases like this. Someti
