Within a few minutes, the massive, deafening roar of thirty powerful motorcycle engines completely filled the open air of the compound yard, shaking the glass windows of the bedroom. The Iron Reapers rode out through the front gates in a tight, perfect riding formation, heading straight down the dark highway toward what could easily be a very bloody, lethal confrontation with the Devils gang. I stood perfectly still by the glass window and watched the bright red tail lights until the very last motorcycle disappeared into the dark tree line of the road, my heart feeling incredibly heavy with a deep wave of suffocating fear.
The silence that followed their departure was absolutely suffocating.
I tried my absolute best to distract my spinning mind—reading through the pages of old books, pac
