Raiden:
It’d been three fuckin’ days of sleepless nights, bad coffee, and riding out every lead I could scrape up with a blade. Three days of hunting. Not for prey, but for betrayal.
Because someone was feeding the Savage Saviors information they had no business knowing.
And that meant one of ours had a loose tongue… or worse—a secret loyalty.
I wasn’t gonna let that s**t slide.
The club was my blood. My code. You didn’t turn your back on that and keep your teeth.
Tonight, finally, the scent broke wide open.
I was posted two blocks from a busted dive near the edge of the South District. Place didn’t even have a name on the door, just a red bulb overhead like a warning sign. I'd spotted one of our own girls slipping through the alley—Angel.
Phantom bartender. Club girl. Loud laugh.
