Ash’s POV
The night air cut sharp through my lungs as I strapped my cut tighter across my shoulders. The scent of oil, leather, and gasoline filled the compound yard, mixing with something darker—the electric pulse of fury running through every Highway Demon man present.
Engines were already rumbling low, growling beasts eager to be unleashed into the night. The men moved like a machine, their bodies battered, some stitched together by Cordelia’s trembling hands, but their resolve ironclad. We weren’t at full strength, but Devil’s word was law, and tonight his command was vengeance.
I lit a cigarette, taking one long drag to steady myself. My ribs still burned from the last fight, bandaged tight, but I’d be damned before I sat this one out. Two brothers gone. Gunned down like dogs. Thei
