Raiden:
Fuck.
I slammed the locker closed so hard it rattled the rust off the hinges.
A week. A f*****g week of handling s**t I didn’t want to deal with. Fights breaking out on every corner. The south side crawling with Savages. Changing schedules. Tightening security. Watching every move. And all of it with a clock ticking down in the back of my head—because I knew we were running out of time before something really exploded.
And her.
I hadn’t seen her in a week.
Not since I slipped out of her room.
Fuck.
I was done playing nice. Done playing smart. Done trying to be the bigger man when all I wanted to do was burn s**t to the ground.
Tonight was supposed to be chill. A beer. A smoke. A quiet hour to let my mind stop screaming for once.
But no.
I stepped outside the clubhouse an
