POV: Burn
The ride back from the warehouse was filled with tension that only thickened the closer we got to the clubhouse. The more I thought about it, the more it became clear—La Morte Nera wasn’t just setting up shop. They were building an empire, and we were caught right in the middle of it.
By the time I parked my bike and stepped into the clubhouse, I had already made my decision. This wasn’t something we could handle alone. Not without bringing in reinforcements. And that meant calling in the New York chapter. We needed Skull and the others, or we wouldn’t survive what was coming.
Inside, the clubhouse was quieter than usual. The men were scattered, most of them cleaning their weapons or dealing with the aftermath of the fight. Sophie was sitting with Josh, her face tight with wor
