Dani’s POV
The President did not raise his voice. That was how I knew he was truly angry.
He stood in the center of our pit area the next morning, hands clasped behind his back, his eyes moving slowly across every face in front of him. The entire Iron Blade crew was gathered in a tight half circle. Nobody spoke. Nobody shifted. The air felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.
"Someone broke into our garage last night," the President said, his voice quiet and flat. "They were inside, touching our race bikes, before Mike walked in and scared them off."
Murmurs rippled through the group. Dex looked at Travis. Travis looked at Cody. Cody looked at me. I kept my face blank.
"Are we pulling out?" one of the younger riders asked nervously.
The President's eyes snapped to him like a blade. "D
