POV: Burn
The night was thick with tension as we rode through the outskirts of town, the cold air biting at our skin. The remote warehouse we were heading toward sat just outside the city limits, surrounded by miles of empty land and dirt roads. This place wasn’t easy to find, and La Morte Nera had picked it for that exact reason.
We parked the bikes about a mile out, keeping them hidden behind an old tree line. I swung off mine and gestured for the rest of the crew to fall in. Skull and his boys from the New York chapter moved in tight, their faces hard as they checked their weapons. Razor, Brick, and the rest of my men were ready too, but I could feel the tension rolling off them.
This wasn’t just another hit. This was us going up against a crew that could crush us if we weren’t caref
