“Yeah,” Devil replied. “Ash said they’re already scoping out the outskirts. This isn’t some small-time crew—we’re talking about the Black Vultures MC. They move in, it won’t just be turf lines getting blurred. It’s gonna get bloody.”
Killer’s hand curled into a fist on his knee. “How soon?”
“Could be weeks. Could be days. Just… be ready when you get back. And don’t tell Violet yet—she doesn’t need this crap hanging over her honeymoon.”
Killer’s jaw flexed, his eyes never leaving Violet’s sleeping face. She looked so peaceful there, like New York had stripped away every ounce of weight from her shoulders. He hated the idea of shattering it. “Yeah. I got it.”
When he ended the call, his chest felt heavier than the leather cuts he wore back home. He slid back into bed, careful not to wake
