Raiden:
Saturday night.
Savage Savior Saturday.
Every damn week the Savage boys gathered at the compound—booze, talk, bikes, business, maybe a little blood. Loyalty bled from the walls, engines roared like wolves howling, and everyone showed up for church, even the brothers who swore they didn’t need anyone.
I showed up to the Phantoms compound, I did the rounds, watched as Cross handled a delivery, and kept my face cold and unreadable.
But my mind was already somewhere else.
With her.
I had only texted her once. Didn’t push. Just promised.
You disappear like that again, I’ll come find you.
And next time… I won’t let you run.
Just so we’re clear.
She hadn’t blocked me. That was all the invitation I needed.
So I left early.
Didn’t tell the boys.
Didn’t owe them s**t tonight.
