The convoy of roaring engines reached the Highway Demons MC compound before the sun could climb over the horizon. The night’s chaos had burned out into a tense, heavy silence, broken only by the guttural growl of motorcycles and the clatter of boots on gravel. Reid was bound, gagged, and dragged into the warehouse—his once-arrogant face now bruised and bloodied, but still smiling with a predator’s amusement.
Ash followed close behind Cordelia, keeping her within arm’s reach, every muscle in his body thrumming with unease. She was silent, eyes downcast, her hands trembling slightly from exhaustion. She had stabbed Reid—not according to the plan, but in raw desperation.
He could still see her shaking, whispering “sorry” before lunging at the man who once controlled her like a puppet.
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